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[ In the entrance hall, for now, is the mother of dragons. The young queen sits with Aeryn at her shoulder, eyes a little brighter than usual, a smile present and offered to all (or most) who pass by. She is dressed simply for the non-occasion, though there is something a little more regal about her these days, though it would be difficult to put a finger on what exactly it is.

She seems content enough to sit by the window, glancing out at the grounds, tossing small bits of food for her dragon, speaking with those who come by. There are a few chairs settled around her by chance of the room's layout so that those who wish to stop and spend time with her may do so.

Dany is very fond of all the members of her house, thinks of them as her own to watch and protect, as any good mother might. No matter their home before Wonderland, all that matters is that they are true to the cause, or at least to her ideals of a just Wonderland where the weak are protected and the strong and righteous sit in power.

Aeryn eyes the kitchen, meanwhile. Yes, they must watch the kitchen... ]

[ Loki does not belong here, any more than he belongs in Baratheon or Lannister. But curiosity is a driving force in his life, and he cannot help but want to see the House of his birth. What was it like, in different universes? Was it the cold palace of Laufey, where strength ruled all?

The young woman sitting in the main room certainly looks nothing of the sort, but Loki knew even the most beautiful of maids could be the most deadly. After all, he was often one such maid himself. The dragon only encouraged the need to be wary. ]

She is a cutie.

[ Loki motions towards the dragon, manner calm and easy as if he is not completely trespassing. ]

He. [ She corrects, not looking up immediately. When she does, her violet eyes are curious and those of her dragon are on Loki as he approaches. ]

His name is Aeryn. And thank you. [ Dany laughs lightly, running a finger over his tiny head. ] He is meant to be ferocious, not "cute," but he is yet so small.

He, my apologies.

[ Loki watched the dragon, and how at ease she was with it. Ancient memories, both his and yet not, swam to the surface, fuzzy images of what it was like to hold a tiny dragon, to feed it with one's own hands. ]

It is quite possible to be both ferocious and cute at once. I would even say it is very advantageous.

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Oh, he might say so as well. He is fed more often than he should be.

[ Tut, tut. But look at him! Precious tiny eyes and baby teeth. ]

I fear he shall never be ferocious, though, in this realm.

I suppose there is a lack of necessity to be ferocious in this place, at least not that I have seen so far.

[ Loki dared to offer a finger to him, curious how he would respond. ]

Oh, there is. I fear Wonderland is more sinister than many would have you think.

[ Aeryn considers it, bares his tiny teeth, but just ends up headbutting the finger in a tiny act of aggression. Or not, maybe he's just playing. It's hard to say with an infant dragon. ]

[He wasn't entirely sure why he hadn't sought her out before. He'd found out quite abruptly several years ago that he wasn't actually born in House Baratheon. His entire life had been a lie, but the house he'd been born into was weak. Here, however, they were where Baratheon was back home; top of the food chain and they weren't ruled by monsters of ice and snow.

Loki could fool the eyes and ears of most of House Targaryen, but Daenerys' pet would be difficult. He had no intention of hiding in her presence anyway. So as he enters the entrance hall, he drops his illusion. And just in case his appearance startles her or the small dragon, he is holding his hands out in a mostly universal sign of non-violence. To show he means no harm.]

Lady Targaryen, might I request an audience?

[Listen to him being ever polite and considerate. It would do little good to enrage her.]

[ She doesn't correct with 'Your Grace,' knowing that they have come from a different time, but hopes that he knows, all the same, her claim to the throne. ]

You may. [ She smiles, appreciative for formalities; they are so often lost within the mansion and it's refreshing to hear them. ] I do not believe that you are of my house. I hope you have not come with unpleasant news.

[ Aeryn can't protect her, not as small as he is. ]

Who are you?

[Had she, he would have explained the title he used is of the highest compliment of his realm. As it stands, he is unaware of her preference in a term he has little familiarity with.]

I am and I am not, as it were. However, unpleasant news is not what I wish to bring.

[He bows respectfully, something he wouldn't be caught dead doing back home without a mocking jaunt to accompany it, and introduces himself.]

I am Loki of Asgard, my Lady. Of House Baratheon. I mean you no ill will, despite my House. Allow me to first explain, I have come to the knowledge that I was taken from my home as an infant by the head of the Baratheon house. I am of Targaryen blood by birth. Heir to the throne in my realm, as a matter of fact, but I do not come to challenge your rightful place. I wish only to sort out my loyalties.

You were taken?

[ That's troubling. An expression blossoms, one of mingled confusion and concern. If he's telling the truth, then there is someone who needs be punished. ]

And where do you feel your loyalties lie? Since you have come, I suspect I know.

[ She doesn't assume. If he has come to consult her as to her advice, she'll be baffled. ]

I seen naught but injustice and cruelty from the Baratheons. What drove them to steal you away?

[He bows his head slightly, putting on a slightly downtrodden expression.]

I was. There was a war between the two houses; I was but a newborn. The ruler of the Baratheon bloodline attacked the Targaryen realm slaughtering many until King Laufey, my father, was defeated. I am told I was found after Laufey's defeat and brought back to Baratheon territory, raised by the King alongside his true son to be used as a tool to ensure control over the Targaryen realm. Except I discovered my true parentage. I understood then why I was always treated as an outsider my entire life.

I have no love for the King of House Baratheon, nor do I feel I owe them anything. I would, however, like to rejoin the house of my bloodline if you will have me. In answer to your inquiry, I would like to pledge my loyalties to you, my Lady. [This was followed by another curt bow of respect.]

I am a skilled sorcerer wielding magic of chaos and illusion and I would be more than happy to put those skills to use at your disposal.

[He also has quite the silver tongue.]

Should you require a demonstration of my skills, I can provide one.

[ As he speaks of sorcery, she hesitates, looking cautious. It makes her think of the Undying and their illusions (he reminds her of them in a way, the way he presents himself, but at the same time, she doesn't fear him in quite the same way). And his story tugs at her heart, at her desire to keep a family of her own people and to build a home for all of them.

So she smiles, slowly. ]

I need no demonstration. And I welcome you back to your house.

[ Loyalty is so hard to come by; though she'll have to see if he truly means it, for the present, she'll take his word with a grain of salt. ]

I should consider us lucky to have you returned safely.

[He does feel uncharacteristicly loyal to her, though he gives it no further thought. He is also, by nature, a deceitful old snake so there is a toss-up as to whether he will remain that way in circumstances where an offer of higher power presents itself. As it is, he will fight at her side and for her in the foreseeable future. Though, he is no necromancer, that is for certain.

Loki dips his head yet again, out of respect and royal code.]

I cannot begin to thank you for allowing me to return home, my Lady. I suspect, had you been the ruler of our land in my realm, the Baratheon patriarch would not have succeeded in his attempts.

Among the House Baratheon, my step-brother's head has been filled with lies and nonsense. It pains me to see him that way, but should he ever threaten this house, I will not hesitate to defend it, you have my word.

[It wouldn't be his first time or likely his last time fighting Thor, despite the oafish buffoon's idea that he is still family despite his true origins. Though they have grown closer here without the influence of Odin, he has a duty to his Queen now.]

You are not the first to suffer the violent whims of that house.

[ The Usurper had murdered her brother. His allies had killed her family. She has no illusions about the potential of the stags. ]

I would not push you to kinslaying. [ Her tone is softer; she thinks of Viscerys, of molten gold crowning his head and killing him. ] If you care for you, there may yet be hope. We needn't resort to violence.

[ A queen was nothing if she could not be a diplomat in times of need. ]

[ Crowley spots his queen easily enough. He's not had the sort of power he'd enjoyed at home for quite some time, but the longer he's in Wonderland, the less he finds himself to care about being at the top of the mountain. There are more important things in life, aren't there?

He throws her a wicked smile, bowing his head slightly. ]

You're looking quite lovely, my Queen.

[ Crowley. He reminds her in a lot of ways of Xaro Xhoan Daxos, of his honeyed tongue and splendored life and promises. Crowley is not Xaro, though, and she admits a light smile as he approaches. ]

You have my thanks. [ He's certainly agreeable and a quick wit, something she appreciates in a world of the unpleasant and slow. ] Are you well today? Why have you sought me out?

I am well, as I hope you are.

[ He never spares a pleasantry when he thinks it could get him ahead. It helps that she's the sort of person Crowley could actually bother to respect a little in time, not that he would give that away too easily. ]

I was hoping I could get your permission to assist in this ball pit nonsense. It seems I've been called on to pay back a favor owed, but I didn't want to do it without your blessing.

I am. [ More so than usual, lately. Something about the past week, she thinks, has had her more at ease than she had been in most of her time in the mansion. ]

The ball pit. [ She repeats, and then has to laugh, shaking her silver head. ] Yes, I suppose you ought to repay your favors. Though, I still do not understand what the purpose of this war is.

I'm not sure, myself, but I didn't think you would mind a little minor destruction to the Lannister's land. I'll be careful not to trace it back to myself.

[ He's always mindful of politics. Don't give anyone cause to turn others against you when you can avoid it. ]

April is... a spirited girl. I think she merely wants to regain something that she feels sentimental about.

I would encourage it. The lions are no friends of mine.

[ Nor of the Targaryens. ]

I have no quarrel with her. So long as this is handled... appropriately, then I shall consider things settled.

I will take the utmost care to make you proud while making sure that no one else knows I've done anything at all.

[ He smiles. It's nice to be on the right side of things in his house. ]

Is there anything I can do for you?

Is that not always the way of it?

[ She smiles coyly; Crowley reminds her of what she used to hear of the Master of Whispers in King's Landing. Effective, discreet, smart. Always on top of things. ]

None that I can think of. You have my leave to seek out this... ball pit business.

[ Kol can be found in the Library, nose in a book with a strange symbol on the front of it. The witch seems utterly involved in whatever he's reading, but if anyone enters, his attention will be on them immediately - at least for a moment. He'd told both Dany and Davina where he'd be if either of them needed.

One earbud hangs down whilst the other stays in his ear, listening to what looks like an ipod. He's been enjoying his game of catch up on music, movies and literature from home, even if Davina doesn't show his enthusiasm.

If not wandering somewhat close by to Dany or Meg, Kol can be found keeping an eye out on the first floor, with Davina, or working on what looks like a grimoire (spoiler: it is). He's not shy about his witchitude, nor is he bothered to show such power to those that dare to cross him. While his beliefs are most closely related to those of the rightful queen, he was born a Lannister, something that his siblings have no issue reminding him of. ]

[ Kol is one of her favorites (they're all her favorites, she'll say), one of her most loyal. One of the few close enough to be called her Queensguard. She thinks highly of him, of his sharp mind and clever tongue, of his loyalty despite family ties.

Dany respects him, which can be said about few within Wonderland.

The silver queen approaches, looking curiously at the witch as he reads. He had said he would be in the library and she's loathe to disturb him, but she'll do so just to check up, and... truth be told, she's in a very good mood and is driven, somehow, to interact with her friends and allies today in particular. ]

You have yet to explain that technology. [ She jokes lightly, nodding at the iPod. ] Music with no instruments? It must be more of your witchcraft.

[ Okay, Dany knows it isn't magic, but that doesn't mean she quite... understands how it works. ]

[ The moment Kol really takes notice of Dany he moves to his feet, a rare sign of respect from him, one that reminds him of the days of kings and queens. They'd been so romantic, fun, interesting even. Of course he'd oft clash with those in high places; he'd never gotten on with authoritative figures. Dany was one of the rare few that he sided with instead of against. His book placed down to keep the page.

He watches her curiously, unsure if she intends to sit down or not, but ready to pull a chair out for her if she does. One hand holding the ipod all but forgotten. ]

Nah, it baffled me when I'd first saw it too. [ Just like video games, but he'd happily mastered both. ] It would only be magic if I did something like this. [ With a snap of his fingers, she'll be able to hear A song playing in her head like it's her listening to the ipod. It only lasts for a short moment before he's smiling at her. ] I miss record players, they were much easier to deal with - less buttons. [ But also less portable. ]

Come for a chat or is something wrong?

[ She doesn't move to sit; often she finds herself sitting too much, too-used to hearing the troubles of her people for hours on end. To stand and walk around would please her more, especially when she can roam the mansion without fear of any assassin, when there are so many things to see that she might not ever get the chance to witness again. ]

Oh! [ Instinctively, her hands fly to her ears, pressing gently, eyes widening in surprise. As she calms, Dany tilts her head slightly, listening intently. ]

This is not a record player, then. [ She says after the music dies, indicating the iPod and lowering her hands. ]

Must something always be wrong? [ She smiles faintly; he has the way of it, considering how often things are wrong amongst them. ] ... That song sounded very sad.

[ Her reaction has him smiling a bit - fond. He wouldn't attack her, so her surprise is adorable in his opinion, especially from someone so normally composed. ]

It's called an iPod - haven't got a clue why. But no, remind me and I'll show you a record player sometime.

[ He pauses at her question, not sure if she really wants an answer or not. ] More often than not, something is wrong.

[ But then she brings up the song and he tugs a shoulder up in what seems to be a lazy shrug. ] Catching up on what I've missed - there seems to be a lot of sad songs written. [ And maybe that's his attempt of telling her not to read into it too much. If Kol were asked if he were sad, he wouldn't know how to answer, his life has been so twisted up that he doesn't know what he's feeling anymore other than anger at his siblings. That comes naturally, like breathing. ]

"iPod." [ She repeats, frowning. It doesn't look like a pod and there aren't any eyes to be seen. Dany huffs faintly, studying the device. ]

A record player sounds more familiar. [ Not like she's seen one of those, either, but at least it makes sense. It plays records of music, most like. ] I would like that.

[ She watches him closely, interested in his explanation. ]

Do you favor sad songs over others? [ Something about his complex emotions, maybe? She smiles with a little tease to her expression. ] If you don't mind sharing something so personal.

[Despite all of Castiel's attempts to defect from his House, there is something to be said for bloodlines. Not that his true form has blood at all, but the fact remains that Heaven has been a part of House Targaryen since angels first came into existence. He can say he's not a part of them, he can try to erase his allegiance, and yet...

His room remains on the first floor.

It's not as if he needs to be in his room all that often, seeing how he doesn't require sleep. But he does have a few belongings there, including a pet guinea pig that it's his responsibility to care for. Castiel could fly into his room and fly out of it just as easily, to avoid being seen, but he won't be a coward about this.

He may not often be seen on the first floor, but others in his house can catch him going to and fro, usually in the middle of the night or the early morning. His aim is to not be bothered, but how often do his plans go smoothly?]

[Of course she knows that he's of Targaryen, for their house is easy enough to see. She shifts from her spot at the table, enjoying a modest plate of cheese and fruit, and faces him with a small, curious smile.]

You're a strange one, aren't you?

[Maybe it's because Heaven is on the Targaryen side that she's so drawn to him. Angels were still things to be revered, at least in her time.]

-- I mean, I'm not trying to be rude. You just seem uncomfortable.

[It's as Castiel is walking past the kitchens that someone calls out to him. This isn't a usual mealtime, but when he turns toward the stranger he can see that she's having a snack instead. Which isn't something he'd factored into his decision.

He slowly turns to face her. She isn't immediately damning him or lashing out in any way, so this is already going better than it could be. He steps toward the open doorway and nods slowly at her remark.]

There are those on this floor that I would rather avoid.

[The Mother of Dragons rules here, or so the story goes. Castiel has also heard that she wouldn't think highly of someone turning their back on her House.]

It's hard having enemies in your own home.

[She can't say she doesn't know what it's like. Her father, not unlike the Mad King, hadn't exactly been the most stable of folks.

Still, blood was blood -- and she hadn't done anything to betray the family, so she'd been allowed to stay.]

I'm sorry that you're having a hard time, for what it's worth. I'm almost glad I haven't run into anyone I know.

-- I'm Zed. Uh -- you hungry?

[She offers out the plate. She knows they control the food, at least, and it seems like a small kindness she could afford.]

[Castiel wouldn't even go so far as to call them enemies, save for Crowley, and even then they've managed to uphold a truce here. Besides, Targaryen hadn't been Crowley's original House, so if anything he's in a similar position.

Still, this would make one person in his House who doesn't want to vilify him for his choices. Even if she is a stranger.

When she offers the food, he shakes his head.] I don't experience hunger. [Which doesn't mean that he can't accept the gesture nonetheless. He steps closer still, to grab for a square of cheese and bite into it.

As he chews, he looks her over.] The people you know here are in other Houses?

Option 1 before April 14:

Luckily for Jane, she's happy with the library, not caring that something wasn't quite right. She had always been on the floor, loyal to House Targaryen. So she's studying diligently, and quietly, working on her research. Of course she's also in love with someone from House Baratheon. So nightly, she goes searching for him, near the stairs or outside.

Option 2 after April 14:

Of course, now that the magic's wearing off, Jane's intent on going back to her room on the seventh floor, her lab in the basement, and her telescope on the roof. But she's still loyal in her way.

Option 3 for Thor Odinson before April 14:
It's late, and Jane's wrapped in a dark cloak, lurking near the stairs. She's waiting for someone, but who, isn't clear. Yet. Or else she's outside in the gardens, keeping to the shadows. She's still searching for him.

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