forum Kill The Prince, Steal The Crown // Private rp

Started May 30, 2019 by @croccin-champagne

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((Y'know, I might be able to tie them in to each other in a way…))

"I'm sure. She seems like exactly the type of person to rip a man to shreds with a sharp tongue." She said, huffing a small laugh as she shook her head.

((Ooo, sounds fun))

"Tongue or blade," he agreed with a short laugh. "Never underestimate Cinthia, she knows the best ways to get a crowd on her side and her enemies on their knees. Plans backing up plans, thoughts and tactics swirling through that wise mind of hers."

"She'd make an amazing ruler. Or lawyer." She mused, nodding. "I don't do confrontation too well, but I could see her thriving. Oh, do you have any fun stories about her showing up some asshole?"

((I'll go with that then!))

His eyes lit up. "Mm, yes. Lots. Even some kings and queens."

"If we've got time, you definitely should tell me." She said, shooting him a small smile.

"I'll make a list of the best stories and set up a story time sometime. Sound good to you?" He asked, smiling at her as well.

"That sounds great." She said, nodding. If I'm still around, of course.

"Great!" He led her down a hallway that ended at a door. Cinthia was standing by it, beckoning for Lily and Wolf.

Lily raised a hand in a wave, coming to a stop in front of Cinthia and raising an eyebrow. "Whats next?"

"We join the cooks, " they said in sync. Cinthia opened the door and slipped in. Wolf let go of Lily's hand and held the door open for her.

Lily shot him a smile, bowing at the waist before slipping in with a thank you. "Join the cooks?"

Cinthia ducked her head as a pan zipped past, nearly clocking her in the side of her head. Cooks scurried about, barely giving the three arrivals a second glance. The delicious aroma of what's to come for tonight's feast filled the bustling room.

Lily looked around, inhaling the scents as a wonderfilled smile grew on her face. While it was busy, and slightly daunting, it reminded her of days back when she was a kid, and her own kitchen. "Wow."

Wolf came up behind her to make sure the flying pots and pans and other assorted cookware didn't hit her. "Yeah, this hurricane is where Cin and I learned how to cook at a young age." One of the cooks unceremoniously grabbed Cinthia, making sure she only touched fabric, and had her help with cutting onions.

"It reminds me of my younger years." Lily said, a small thing, but quite big coming from her. She turned to look at Wolf, raising an eyebrow. "We're here to help, right?"

He nodded and ducked under a flying spoon. "Yup. Just stand around until you're selected for a job." Just as he said that, one of the cooks grabbed his arm and ushered him over to the pot of boiling water, telling him what dish was being made there.

So she did, standing just far enough to be out of the way, and watched the bustle of the kitchen. Though the knowledge she was likely going to be touched kicked up a bit of apprehension, the nostalgia much made up for that. It wasn't long before she was drawn into cutting vegetables, something she had no problem doing, her skills with a knife making it that much easier.

The twins chatted and laughed with the cooks as if they weren't the prince and princess. They interacted with the cooks and servants that streamed in and out as if they were friends picking up where they last left off. There didn't seem to be any social class tension between any of them, and it was certainly an odd sight to see.

Lily hummed softly as she moved about, doing whatever task was asked of her without complaint. She kept to herself as she did, not really one to chat, and not knowing anyone else didn't exactly make it easier. She watched the twins though, occasionally, noting how comfortable they seemed here.

After some hustle and bustle, the flurry in the kitchen died down some as food was carted out and set up in the dining hall. Cinthia and Wolf regrouped with Lily and waited for the servants to take all the food away before they had the kitchen all to themselves.

Lily reached up, letting her hair down from the bun she'd pulled it up into at some point to keep it out of the way. She was practically glowing, a small smile in place on her face. "That was…fun."

Wolf ruffled his already messy hair, shaking out some four and spices that had somehow gotten dusted all over it. "Exhilarating,"

"And extremely chaotic," Cinthia said.

"But fun," he finished.

Cinthia clasped her flour-coated hands together. "Now. The kitchen is empty and we have it all to ourselves."

"Who's hungry?"

Lilly huffed a laugh, turning to the twins. "I could eat." She said with a nod, before surveying the now empty kitchen once more. "You are allowed to? To have free reign, I mean."

"Well…" Cinthia started, bobbing her head from side to side.

"Technically, we're not allowed in the kitchens, according to the King and Queen," Wolf said.

"But we don't care, and neither do the cooks." Cinthia tightened the band holding her hair up and started going through cupboards, searching through the ingredients and pulling out some.

"In all fairness, this is this cooks' domain." Lily said with a shrug, leaning against the counter. "Officially, the King and Queen are in charge, but cooks oversee this space. Can I help, Cinthia?"

She nodded and went on her tiptoes to grab something out of the high cupboard. "I'm making snickerdoodle cookies, and Wolf is making cupcakes."

He raised a brow, "Oh, am I now?" but headed over to a different cupboard to start gathering ingredients for chocolate cupcakes and homemade frosting.

She scanned the ingredients Cinthia had already gathered, before moving to help, sifting through the cupboards. "Well, I'll gladly follow any instructions you give."

"Damn cooks and their fancy flying magic," Cinthia muttered under her breath as she practically had to crawl on top of a counter to grab some bowls and cookie sheets. To Lily, she said, "Alright, alright, alright. Uh…" She pointed to the fire-powered oven. "Could you heat that up?"

"Of course." Lily nodded, flitting over to the oven to do as told willingly. She resumed her humming as she took a moment to figure out the oven, before starting it up. She shot Cinthia a thumbs up, paired with a small smile.

Cinthia hopped down with the bowls and cookie sheets in hand and shot Lily a grateful smile as she set them down. "Thank you. Okay, now I need…" she rattled off the directions that she had memorized from years of cooking, instructing Lily with a pleasant but confident voice that usually had people willing to do as she asked without complaint. Usually.