Prince Darcy Montel Capricorn
The copper-haired prince sat at his desk, focused on the paperwork in front of him. For the past hour, he had been planning out the estimated costs of the war, and he had been consulting with Orea about what would be the best thing to do. He realized there's a lot to think about, considering the stance he's chosen, and he would take any opportunity available to prepare his people to fullest. It, by far, beat waiting around for a Princess on tardy.
The doors to the office opened. Judging from the lack of knocking, Darcy muttered through his teeth, "What is it, Keenan?" It was apparent that the prince wasn't in the best mood, having seemingly been stood up. Orea inaudible sighed at the sight. "Have you done the work on your end?"
"Must you always ask?" Keenan walked toward his siblings, "Her Arian Highness has arrived." At this, Darcy stood immediately from his desk. "She demand that you meet her in the throne room."
"Finally," Darcy remarked. He headed toward the door while speaking, "Orea, take a break. We'll continue afterward. Keenan—"
"'Back to your duties', I got it, I got it," the younger brother scoffed.
Darcy stopped and turned to see him. "Come with me."
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Darcy and Keenan arrived at the throne room, the latter seemingly disgruntled. Grandiose and made of stone, it was a rather traditional room, carpeted with deep maroons and decorated with tapestries and precious stones. The two emerged from the hall to the left, and the guards all bowed in his presence. The older prince, at the sight of the princess, which wasn't at all hard to miss, being the sole one in the room with hair being a beast of its own, greeted aloud.
"Princess Aries." He approached her and bowed. "Pleasure to finally be in your presence," he said, in a neutral tone. Keenan bowed behind him. Not wanting to waste any time, Darcy soon dropped the courtesies. "State your business. I understand we both have other places to be."