PRINCE DAEMON TARGARYEN

Anne gave a small bow of her head. “You’d be surprising what you can learn when you are sent away to get educated.” She gave him a curious look. “A prince you say? And what is the name of your kingdom?” She lifted her chin up with pride. “I am Her Majesty Queen Anne of England.”

Daemon nodded in agreement “Indeed” he said before he chuckled, “My kingdom is the seven kingdoms of Westeros, we’re of Valyrian blood and a noble family. House Targaryen is a very old family” he heard the mention of Queen, bowing before her appropriately “Pardon me your majesty”

Zorro nodded. “If there ever was a night for it, this is it. I guess you’ll be seeing a lot of that here.” He chuckled and finished what was in his cup. “You mean taking caring for someone? Do you have that same kind of issue?”

“I don’t see why these people need to hide, be forward with who you are...just seems odd” he commented before he finished, already pouring another before pouring the Zorro person one too “I have those in my life yes, but my family and those who oppose..well we deal with more than swords, we have dragons”

Jesse returned the toast and took her own drink, “So what’s the verdict?”

“Oh there’s all sorts of magic here it seems,” she added, looking over the bottles. “Hmm, they’re not greatly marked are they?” she said, picking one up and giving it a whiff. “Nope, not that one,” she said putting it back down before trying again. “Ooh, here,” she said pouring two glasses, and handing one to the Prince, “Here, this might do you well.”

Zorro got hold of two cups and handed one to the man. “A very dull one, that’s what.” He chuckled and raised his cup, as if he was making a toast. “I am Zorro, and that’s all you need to know. My true identity must stay concealed to protect myself and the one I care about.”

Daemon quirked a brow “A secret identity, there is a lot of that going on lately” he commented, before sipping his drink “Ah that old chestnut, well hope it works for you”

Zorro waved his hand to where the bar was and nodded. “I can tell you’re a man of fine drinking.” They reached the counter and he turned to look at him. “Does that fine drinking come with a name too?”

Nodding to the man in black, he approached the bar “That I am good sir, what is a party without a drink” he said nobly “I’m Prince Daemon Targaryen, and who might you be?”

“I did! It was super hard, way faster than I normally am! But I had to save my buddy!” Sonic gasped, before smiling at the Prince. “Your hair is super pretty, you know.”

James grinned a little, and shrugged his shoulders. “I suppose if you want to get technical about it, I really only answer to the Queen. At the Queen’s service and all,” he said, before pausing. “It might be a King now, actually. Whatever.”

“This is what spies look like when they’re at a party,” James shrugged his shoulders. “Of course it is. Just like abs and a big dick are for mine.”

“Oh, um, I’m a hedgehog! But I run really really fast! There was this one time where I ran around the whole world in five seconds!” Sonic grinned at the other man. “Oh, and I’m called Sonic!” he giggled.

El Zorro turned around when he heard the loud, demanding voice behind him. “With a look, and voice as imposing as yours, I’m sure you’ll have no issue finding what you looking for. But I can offer my help if you want it.”

Daemon turned the eccentric voice beside him, quirking a brow “I’ve had a few offers of help, but I can’t say no to more..I enjoy a good drink so what do you suggest”

“Whiskey and anything else,” she smirked, pouring the liquor between two cups. She closed her eyes and picked a chaser at random and added that as well, handing one of the cups to the regal person. “Care to take a risk?”

“Oh, I can do that for you!” Sonic gasped, before hurrying over to the table, pouring a drink from the large bowl into a cup, and hurried back to Daemon. “Hi, I hope that’s okay,” he beamed.

Phoenix looked at the man, and then at the door to the room where the potion mixing was occurring. “Well, I would guess in there, but who knows, really.”

James nodded. “Like a spy. Exactly like a spy,” he smirked. “As is your hair,” he said flippantly, “but I think I like it.”

Anne walked to where the man was, cup in her hand. “It seems like you are in need of this, sir knight.” She smiled at her, glad of finally being able to talk to someone of her same class. The guy looked like royalty.

Daemon turned at the sound of a regal delicate voice, he grinned “Ah someone who knows a good drink, I’ve heard some strange concoctions whilst here” he said warmly before he grabbed a drink “And I’m not just a knight, I’m a prince..Prince Daemon Targaryen and who might you be?

“I like my martinis shaken, not stirred,” James purred, as he stood there in his tuxedo. He looked the person opposite him up and down, and smirked cockily from behind his masquerade mask. “I think a secret agent needs a good sub on their knees, don’t you?”