Boartusk Heights Barn owl

*laughs in annoying brother

So Nymphora was thinking of getting cosy with the commoners? Oh, he had to see this.

Vincent had watched from a distance upon a rocky outcrop as his sister stalked through the lower slopes of their home, rising only when another form moved to meet her.

His dark coat blended into the shadows as he sought them out, Nymphora's own pallid visage standing out like a beacon as he closed in on them. Another joined them then, just as the prince stepped out into the open. He had missed the cooing call of the Sirviente, assuming instead the people were flocking to see royalty. Vincent drew himself up tall.

Princesa. A furious bubble of dissatisfaction rose in his chest upon seeing the giant man bow low before his sister, the other woman standing deferentially at her side. Their respect was wasted on such a tiny child. They had no idea the vicious thing that hid behind a facade of civility.

Ears falling back, the prince sauntered towards them, red eyes regarding the shadow and rust-clad male in particular. What a fine beast; when had mother tracked this one down? "Nymphora!" Vincent called, lips pulled into a devious grin. "Finally found you. Mother is looking for you."