Hearing the voice of someone that shoudn't be there, he turned around, his expression once more unreadable. " Well hello again advisor, picking lock i see? Knocking at the door instead would have been better of an entrance, we woudn't want our guests to have the wrong idea in the futur."

Nicote snorted. "You think I'm trying to impose on you and your lot? I'm looking for my brat of a slave and anyways if I really wanted I could just teleport into the room. At least I have enough manners to not do that."

He sigh " With the amount of guests, she have a high chance to be swamped under early request from them. Maby you would be more lucky in the kitchen or the ballroom, i didn't saw her since this morning."

"Been there done that." Nicote shrugged. "Wy see do you think I'd be looking eerywhereshe wouldntusualy be now?"

Lidia
Lidia chuckled, turning down the hallway to the library. A young man was standing there waiting for them. She handed him a bundle of letters, whispering something in his ear. "Deliver these letters to all of the people who's names are on these letters." He nodded before walking off.

Riften
Riften pulled way, smiling at Amias. He was a little sad that Amias covered his eyes again, but he pushed it back. "Oh, I bet we'll have another one soon", She winked before ushering them off to change.

"Oh, yes I do, it's beautiful!", The elf chirped, twirling with his new outfit. A young man walked up handing both riften and Amias a letter before moving on with nothing but a nod.


The letter:
Dear (Name),
I request you to the library immediately. We will discuss our plans for tonight, and what they are. You will find out your roles in this as well. But I will give you a hint, restoring honor to our people.

Sincerely, Lidia

That is a lot of letters and a lot of people. You have a lot of allies. Odelina whispered. She was quite impressed by Lidia's plan and surprised she had managed to find so many people.

Emrys flinched at hearing Nicote. How on earth did he get in here? And how did she not notice? She would blame old age but that was certainly not that case here. She stood quietly where she was. This was the King's advisor, of anything, she had to be the most cautious around him.

"Yes, a lot of people hate my father.", Lidia replied, opening the door. "They'll do anything to get out of here, so I took advantage so I can save us and our people." The princess shut the door when Odelina was inside.
"I know I could wait until Averill takes the throne, but I can't watch everyone else suffer until he finally does.", Lidia said, determined, putting some books away.

Amias

Amias changed into his outfit, and once he did, he took the collar off. He stared at the tattoos on his neck for a minute, the ones he was forced to get when he first arrived. The collar had covered them for years, but he decided if today was the day, he might as well abandon the collar. He made sure the collar of his shirt covered the tattoos though.
Once he was done changing, he stepped out and adjusted a few things before smiling.
"I very much like it. It's certainly a change from old shirts and trousers." He smiled, and when he looked over to Riften he froze for a moment in awe. "Y-You look just amazing-"
He stammered, before the young man handed him a letter. He stared at it, before opening it to read it.
"The Princess does have her ways, eh?" He mumbled quietly.

Odelina grabbed her hand. That is what a good princess would do. They wouldn't wait for things to go right. I am proud of you. I doubt I could ever do something like this. She said.