Liam barely cared about the new voice at first. All he could think about was Dorothea. His Dorothea. She was here. He felt her furry little peck on his cheek and his smile widened and he closed his eyes as she told him she loved him. "I'm never letting you go again," he whispered. He wanted to hold her properly, to kiss her and stroke her long hair. He would be able to do so again, soon, though. He knew it. It was only when the source of the angry voice was in the room with them that Liam finally recognized Prince Bryn's brassy tone. His head perked up and he looked around blindly in the direction he thought the accusations were coming from. 

Will had taken Derrick's sword and belt with a firm nod and was about to direct some men to find a room for him when the Verinian prince entered the room wearing his pajamas and an angry expression on his tired face. Will had been around royals long enough to know better than try to interrupt their rages, so he patiently waited until the prince was done shouting and making accusations of invasion, though he watched him warily. Before he could speak the cat started to meow quit loudly, and Bryn's expression changed. Will eyed the cat, half of him wanting to believe Liam's claim that she was Dorothea, but it wasn't until Bryn began responding the her with respect that he actually started to do so.

He had been looking at the cat, the princess, with an expression of wonder until he heard Bryn offering Dorothea and Liam his sword to assist them. Will straightened slightly, glad to have a member of the Verinian royal family along side them, even if it was their prince. Still Bryn was better than Raquelle, and having him on their side might make it easier for King Tommen to believe them. Will just wasn't sure if it was going to be easy at all. The roots Narissa's power and influence In Eldonia was undoubtedly deep and strong, and he didn't think she would give it all up without a fight. "We're honored to have you join us, Prince Bryn," he said, respectfully nodding, but his face went sour when Bryn asked what was wrong with Liam.

"Not really," Liam responded to Bryn, his voice tired. Having Dorothea beside him may have given him back some of the courage and strength loosing his sight had taken, but it was still late and it had been a trying day. "Your psychotic cousin was part of our company for a while today. Raquelle poisoned me with some potion and now I'm afraid I'm quite blind." He said it as though it were just a passing detail, but his tone shook ever so slightly was anger. "It seems that, in addition to saving the Five Kingdoms from Narissa's power and greed, and returning Dorothea to her proper form, that we'll be looking for a cure for my own predicament."

"Sire, I think we should be getting some rest," Will said, and Liam nodded his head in agreement.

"I'm fine right here, Will. Take care of the Marshal." He said the title bitterly and turned back to Dorothea.

"Jory, Keegan," Will said, turning to the two men and nodding at August. "Find him a room for the night." The two guardsmen immediately moved forward to take the Marshal to a room upstairs. The steward watched them go for a moment before looking back to their host. He had been directing the men all around the giant man's house and he had forgotten to see if it was alright. He felt slightly embarrassed as he spoke. "Forgive us for taking over your home, Mister...Jolly? We'll be out of your hair by the morning. Honestly, we are all so, so grateful for your hospitality."

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Narissa couldn't wait for Darius and Raquelle to arrive at her hollow to begin. She had to move quickly. She sent out every raven she had to every corner of the kingdoms, summoning the darkest of creatures to her hollow. They had all been waiting patiently, but they could no longer wait. Not anymore. But she wasn't finished yet. Her alliances with the uglier things in this world were firm and strong, and they gave her power to match any army the kingdoms could throw at her. But she had seen Derrick in the mirror. She had seen his right eye. She had seen eyes of that shade of lilac on only one other person before. She knew what she had to do.

She returned to from the top of the tower, brushing her fingers lightly against a circular mirror hanging on the wall as she passed it, and the surface shimmered slightly for a moment. August Derrick was a fool to betray her when she had so much leverage. She held his entire world in her hands and she was going to crush it. He was going to suffer until he begged her to end it.

She poured some cold, crystal clear water into a silver basin, whispering in an old fairy language as she did so. The Narissa used a silver knife to prick her finger and let some drops of blood fall into the basin. The smooth surface rippled as her incantation became stronger, piercing the veil between realms until she was staring down into a pale, incredibly beautiful face with hauntingly wise and cruel lilac eyes. "Prince Orin," she said solemnly, nodding in respect to the Unseelie fairy. "Would you like to make a deal?"