It was just another normal day for the bastard prince. Meaning that by noon he had already seduced the head one of their more affluent noble families, been out to the open air market and grabbed a bite, and was now walking through the castle to head back to his quarters. He took another crunchy bite of his apple and rubbed his hand down the dark silk of his shirt that was of course untucked. He pretty much never had the prim and proper appearance of the other noble children. But of course, he wasn't like them either. He hadn't been raised here his entire life. He wouldn't even be here had his mother not grown ill and reached out to the king in her final hours to let him know of his son.

And oh what a 'happy' reunion it had been. Mori had been closer to Cyrus than his sister, even with the age difference. After Cy's...changes Morighan made fewer attempts to get to know everyone and began to plot the downfall of their little hierarchy. Not because he wanted the power for himself. But because he wanted them to have less.

His boots made soft clicks on the stone floor as he moved. Quick long steps that moved him quickly. It was the repetitive sound of someone hurrying to keep up along with his sister's voice that made him slow and eventually stop. Pale eyes rolling back over his broad shoulder to see her. At once he tossed a fake smile on his face and turned around, taking her hand he would place a kiss upon her knuckles then release her hand. "Dear sister, what do I owe the pleasure?" They had never been close. False meaningless pleasantries generally all he extended to the girl. If she knew the real Mori, however. She would probably appreciate that.

One of Morighan's eyebrows rose curiously. "I suppose she can." He said slowly. "But you say that as if we once did, which would be false." No, he had never been straight out cruel to his sister. But neglecting her could be seen as just as bad. He took another bite of his apple and appeared to consider her offer, eventually sighing softly and nodding. "Alright, I guess I can spare a few minutes." He wasn't really in a rush to be anywhere, nor did he have additional plans. But he wasn't certain just how much 'bonding' time he could handle with his sweet sister.

He looped his arm with hers in a relaxed way, like a proper gentleman escorting a lady. Only he wasn't. It was all a farce. "Tell me then, what brought this about? Someone upset you?" He walked at a slow pace toward the garden, limiting his gate for her shorter legs.

Morighan couldn't help but grin at the sound of her sigh. "You shouldn't let it bother you. We are royals. It's part of the package really." When she stated that she wanted to be closer to him suspicion immediately rose in the skeptical elf. He was a loner who was plotting the downfall of the royal family, his family. It was hard not to be just a tad paranoid. "Is that right?" He said simply. His voice not showing any sign that he was watching for ulterior motives. She began talking in circles then. Repeating herself. Now it was his turn to sigh. He took another bite of his apple then deposited it half eaten corpse into the hand of a waiting guard as they passed. Not saying a word to the man as they continued on.

"Well then tell me what you would like to know, dear sister. I'm surprised really that you would bother with me. As...rigid, as you are. Surely you are aware that I am not."

It was more than a little strange that someone who had 'always' wanted to get to know her brother couldn't think of a single good question to ask him when prompted. What came was something he would have expected from a noble like her who focused and cared so much about appearances. "My free time..." He repeated after her. Not bothering to try to hide the amusement in his tone. "Hmmm....just give me a moment. I'm trying to think of something I do that would be suitable to tell ones younger sibling." Morgan tapped his chin with two of his fingers opposite her. "I have been working on my skills with a bow. That sounds reasonable enough." He turned to look at her then with his characteristic smirk in place. "And what of you, Eolande? Don't be shy. The sooner you tell me the sooner we can work on getting to the actual questions that I see brewing behind those dark eyes of yours. Did your mother forget the lesson in guile? Or are you just inept?" His words could be taken as harsh. But he said them all while still grinning and walking calmly toward the gardens. His blue eyes flickering from the stone hall before them to his younger sister.

Pacing through the hallway, the light-haired elf made his way through the corridor. The long strands flowed behind him as he walked with grace, hands at both sides and dressed in his usual exquisite garb. The light filtered in through the windows as his footsteps echoed through the walls, stepping against the floors of the castle. He was on his way to the next few rooms over, to do something that needed attending to as his princely duties called. However, it seemed to have come to an end, as he then spotted his own brother and sister coming toward him as he turned the corner. However it was odd seeing the two of them together, in fact, when was the last time they had been like this? He rarely saw his own sister or brother on his own time. But seeing them like this was... rather comforting. It was as if the whole family was together again. Aside from their parents of course. But how convenient that they just happened to be there at this time, and he stumbled upon them.

Walking toward them, he looked at the both of them with a smile on his face, looking at them calmly but there was a glint of happiness in his eye. His hands folded in front of him in politeness. "Brother, sister," he said, looking at them individually as he stated them. "It is pleasant to see you." Stepping aside to let them continue their walk, he would continue alongside them in hopes of letting him come with them. "What is it that brings you together this day?" he then asked, wondering where they were heading to.

As much as Mori might enjoy Cy's companionship now was not the time. Inwardly he was not happy but outwardly he kept the same easy smile on his face as their brother agreed to join them. He didn't miss the fast that Eolande had greeted Cy much differently than himself. It was expected though, he supposed. Morighan was certainly the outsider. Proof of the king's infidelity. A half sibling to the other two with their porcelain skin and royal demeanors. He was just a fly in the ointment. But one day he aimed to be much much more.

Mori's hold on Eolande had fallen away when she greeted Cy and Mori made no attempt to reestablish it. His bright blue eyes lingered on Cy before turning back to the hall ahead of them. For just a moment perhaps, recalling the person Cy had been before he had turned into this shell of a man. The obedient to the point of being nearly mindless, person. It made his stomach clench but only reaffirmed his end goal. One day. One day... "I'm well." Mori rubbed a dark thumb over his lips then stuffed his hand into the pocket of his slacks.

"And what of you, Cy?"