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[/center][hr][center][b][color=4169E1]Location:[/color][/b] Servants' Quarters --> The Crypt - The Palace
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	Lyra blinked in surprise when she heard what sounded like Asha striking up a conversation with her. Her gaze came up slowly and a breath left her parted lips just before her eyes locked with Asha's. As the woman's words washed over her, the corners of her lips twitched and pulled up into a genuine smile. [color=4169E1]"Indeed, I am,"[/color] she replied smoothly. The blush threatened to return though when Asha winked at her. However, apart from a slight rise of her brows and a light chuckle leaving her lips, she was otherwise able to keep her composure this time around. [color=4169E1]"Is it now?"[/color] she questioned lightheartedly, her smile turning into more of a smirk.

	She glanced over at the other two, Prince Myrus and Emperor Taj, conversing in her small room. At seeing the solemn expression on the young prince's face, her smirk faltered and a look of sympathy replaced the sparkle that had been in her eyes. Her lips thinned. It suddenly felt wrong to be finding enjoyment elsewhere when Myrus was here and clearly suffering. Her gaze returned to Asha when the woman invited her to come along with them. She hesitated for a moment, glancing down at the book that she held in her arms. She still needed to take the book to Mavis on behalf of Myrus, and she also had Princess Valda to attend to. Nevertheless, it felt rude to reject the imposing woman's offer. Besides, she couldn't deny that she found the woman incredibly intriguing. Maybe it was time for her to do something for herself for once.

	After a brief moment of deliberation, Lyra finally nodded her head in agreement. She gave Asha a small smile before turning to grab her satchel and following the group out. She locked up her room before rejoining them as they made their descent down to the lower levels of the Castle where the royal family crypt was secretly held. When it came time for Myrus to lead her across the barrier into the crypt, she looked up at him as he took her hand. She squeezed his hand comfortingly and gave him a reassuring smile in hopes of easing some of his nerves. Once they were all across, her gaze then took in the interior of the crypt.

	She glanced back over at Myrus then over at the casket he pointed out as holding the dearly departed Queen Meliscente. She expected the air to be understandably solemn, but what she hadn't expected was to pick out an uncomfortable yet oddly familiar aura coming from the queen's casket. Lyra's pale brows furrowed as a memory resurfaced. She recalled feeling this same aura once when a stranger, who could only speak a very old dialect, came into town. She frowned slightly in confusion and looked over at Asha wondering if the woman with all her [b]Magkyal[/b] abilities could feel the aura too.
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[/center][hr][center][b][color=808080]Location:[/color][/b] Port Witch Coven House
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	Malekith followed in behind Fleur and Nera up the stairs. The [I]unfortunate[/I] debacle that had just occurred was already long since behind him, shrugged off as a mere nuisance easily squashed. His dark eyed gaze turned to Nera as she spoke up her thoughts. That's not to say that he truly cared what the witch had to say. Quite frankly, he couldn't care less, but nevertheless, he would keep up appearances. He admittedly found the fact that they were only just now coming up with preparations for the coronation irksome. Fleur's nonchalant idea of mostly just winging it was in strong contrast to his meticulous nature. With that in mind, it was to everyone's surprise that they could cooperate with one another, but perhaps that was a greater testament to his own charisma. 

	His gaze moved to Fleur when she interjected. He took the thoughts and ideas of both women into careful consideration as the gears in his head already began turning. An opinion on the subject was already forming when Nera broke his concentration by surprisingly turning to him for his consultation. When Fleur spoke in kind, the corner of his lips pulled up into a small smirk. It brought him an indiscernible amount of mundane pleasure for both of the women to turn to his expertise. [color=808080]"As far as getting in, they may indeed not have our descriptions on hand; however, we should exercise caution nonetheless. We must dress and play the part of ordinary members of society. There's no need for extravagance when subtlety is often the key to success,"[/color] Malekith expressed, looking between both women, before specifically addressing one of Fleur's remarks. [color=808080]"Now, in regards to the numbers we bring, I wouldn't necessarily rule out bringing a decent sized group. If we break are numbers up into smaller groups, come in at different times, and then refrain from mingling with one another for too long, we could easily get away with it. In the end, it would enable us to have more eyes and ears in the room and to cover more ground."[/color]

	He then turned to Nera. [color=808080]"You spent a fair amount of time in The Castle, so you surely know your way around the place. If the need to make a quick escape were to arise, we would need a quick way out other than through the main entrance. Surely, you have something in mind?"[/color]