Prince Darcy Montel Capricorn
Having been entranced by the Virian princess's wings, Darcy only noticed the smaller princess when she was nudged toward him. The boy stared at the little girl's wings and watched her approach him. He observed her every move, and took brief note of the nuances in her face. Something about her vibrant red pallor made the young Prince's face warm slightly in return. His hair raised upon hearing her voice, which sounded like wind chimes to his ears.
He took a step toward her and bowed. "I am Prince Darcy, second in line to the Caprian throne." Winston stifled his laughter. Princess Lilith exchanged hearty glances with Princess Eden. When Darcy lifted his head, and his dark eyes rested on the crystalline ones before him. "Pleasure to finally meet you, Princess Amalia."
Princess Lilith giggled. "Oh, Eden, if I didn't at least greet you formally, I'm afraid the little one wouldn't forgive me. He's much like his father, and maybe even more serious than he." Darcy looked up at his mother, confused at her demeanor. She rarely laughed like that in front of business officials. Winston could clearly tell that his younger brother was receiving mixed vibes.
"Well, I believe we have much to discuss," Princess Capricorn began. "Winston shall join us— he's looking forward to meeting your esteemed officials, once again." Darcy looked at his mother expectantly. "And you, my dear, will stay with Princess Amalia." His faced dropped. Before he could protest, Lilith bid Eden to proceed with their talks and assured Darcy he's in good hands. Winston sent a wink before walking off.
Darcy felt his blood thinning. He expected that he would learn some things about the Kingdom. Instead, he's stuck with a child. He turned to look at the Princess, a little downhearted. He, simply put, wasn't the greatest with other kids. But, this was a task given to him, and so it he must. The first obstacle is, how should he approach the figure before him. What should he say? He found himself gently tugging his hair, suddenly nervous. He desperately looked for a topic. "Do..." He started. "Does everyone in your family have wings?"