While he shouldn't be surprised ― it is the king's castle, after all ― the extent of grandoise the castle's main hall alone possesses almost overwhelms Yoongi. The assassin doesn't think he's ever been in a room so big. The walls stretch upwards towards the high ceiling, which is painted like the sky and creates the illusion of being even bigger; chandeliers hang from the painted ceilings, illuminating the room with their bright candles; and the walls have ornate decorations carved into cream walls. Never has Yoongi had a target or client so rich or high up, nor has he ever had to go to such lengths to do so: the clothes he's wearing are quite possibly the most expensive he's ever owned ― although, to be fair, he technically didn't pay for them, instead using the money he earned by pawning his fake jewellery on someone who didn't know any better.

When Yoongi enters the hall, he notices the way most eyes turn to him, even for a brief second. Those around the black haired male give him a quick up and down, examining his clothing and seeing if they can identify him. Some of their expressions of disdain tell him they are unimpressed, not that he cares. He's not here to make friends. And besides, he doesn't think too highly of the royals themselves ― for his whole life all they've been good for is wallowing in their oblivious luxury while the lower species suffer. Even the king, which was a disappointment after his beloved parents.

The best course of action, Yoongi decides as he wanders through the large room, would be to law low and stick to the sidelines. The less he sticks out, the less likely he is to make a mistake; the less attention he draws to himself, the less chance he has of being outed. This soon becomes his plan and he quickly directs his path to the edge of the room, in a less populated area. However, he suddenly finds himself accosted by an individual who's far too sociable for his own good. Yoongi takes one look at his hair and knows who he is, the mixed shades of blue, purple and green give the peacock away. The assassin has never really liked their kind ― too cocky, in his opinion.

"I don't believe we've met." The peacock notes, arms crossed over his chest. His expression suggests this is a disappointing observation but Yoongi would beg to differ. Still, a royal is a royal and despite his disguise Yoongi would still be lower than him; upsetting a peacock would be the opposite of laying low, so he keeps his mouth shut. "I'm Kim Seokjin, prince of the peacocks ― which I'm sure you already knew. You are?"

"Yoongi. A knight, of the crows." The dark haired male gives a curt bow to the prince, more of a nod of the head than anything. However Seokjin seems to be interested in something else, as a wide smile has stretched over his lips.

"A knight! Did you hear that, Jimin? He's a knight." Yoongi stands there blankly, unsure if insult was intended. It doesn't affect him, if it is ― after all the abuse he's received for being a magpie, being labelled a knight is a compliment. The dark haired male also notices the male named Jimin, standing silently behind the prince. The minutely shorter male is glaring mistrustingly at Yoongi, as though he's waiting for the supposed knight to try something (his eyes seem to be asking for it, "Try it, I dare you!" They cry). Yoongi quickly notes the defining features of the male: white hair but grey wings, a faint red lining his eyes ― a seagull, boring and annoying. "When they said anyone could be a potential suitor, I guess they really meant anyone."

"My father was a lord." Yoongi says stiffly, feathers ruffled ever so slightly. This prince's reaction to a mere knight vying for the king's hand has stirred a little bit of competitiveness inside him ― imagine his reaction when he discovers a magpie has beat him, Yoongi thinks with a bit of amusement. It might not be his primary job but now he wants to win.

"Was?" The prince picks up on the past tense and clearly chooses not to drop it. It seems to Yoongi that this prince has no filter, asking whatever he pleases, with no boundaries or off-limit topics. "What happened to him?"

"He was killed." Not a lie, while not the whole truth. Yoongi has always figured it's best to keep fake identities as close to reality as possible, as it should lessen his chances of slipping up.

"Oh, that's a shame. I'm sorry." His tone says otherwise. "Anyway, how are you liking the party so far?"

"I've only been here for a few minutes and I've only spoken to you..."

"So it must have been great so far!" Quite the opposite. Seokjin's attention is then captured by something else, gaze snapping to the front of the room. Yoongi follows this gaze, as does everyone else, to see the King making his grand entrance. Silence takes the hall as the boy king enters, closely followed by a small entourage. The boy is dressed in white and blue: a blue tailcoat with white embroidery above a white vest, and matching sky blue pants.

The king stops at the front, standing in front of the throne as he looks out at all his guests. Interestingly enough, a speckled bearded man takes his place beside the boy, hand resting on the younger's shoulder as he says something into his ear. Almost immediately Jungkook's lips stretch into a smile and his aura grows more welcoming.

"The King welcomes you to his party." A male says beside the raven king, speaking for him. Jungkook just stands there, smiling and looking pretty ― which, Yoongi admits, he does well. "Thank you all for waiting. We will all now move to the tea room, where food will be served as his majesty greets you all personally. After tea, you will all be shown to your individual rooms."

The tea room is slightly smaller than the hall but still comfortably fits everyone inside. The group of suitors isn't particularly large, but there are still a hefty sum of people attempting to marry the King. Some seem to already know each other and stick in groups, chatting within their group of friends as Jungkook makes his rounds. Yoongi is, unfortunately, stuck with Seokjin as the prince seems to have taken a liking to the magpie. Jimin doesn't seem all too pleased, based off the annoyed expression he takes whenever he looks at Yoongi.

As they're all socialising and eating finger food, the doors to the tea room swing open and reveal a young squire. He steps to the side as another male steps through beside him, drawing all attention to him. Once again, silence falls over the room ― but this is filled with a curiosity tinged with worry.

"Kim Taehyung," The squire announces as Taehyung completely enters the room. The brunette doesn't seem to mind all the attention he has drawn, possibly even soaking up the stares and whispers with pleasure. There are two striking features about this male that are able to cause such a reaction: one, he's devilishly handsome, and two, he doesn't have any wings. A lack of wings usually indicate that an individual is, surprisingly enough, not a bird or they are a bird, but also a criminal. The thought of someone having their wings removed sends a shiver down Yoongi's back, his own wings tingling.

"I guess they really are letting anyone into this..." Seokjin mutters as the room slowly returns to its previous state. Jimin nods in agreement, although Yoongi doubts the younger wouldn't ever disagree. Yoongi just remains silent, gaze lingering on the brunette for a moment longer before he drags it back to his small group.

Jungkook joins their group a few minutes later, the smile still stretched painfully across his lips. Up close, Yoongi can see it doesn't touch his eyes ― they possess a dullness in their almost blackness. Everyone in the group immediately bows; even Yoongi gives a small bow to his pay check, the king he cares little for.

"Now, I've met you, Prince Seokjin, and you, Jimin, before, but I don't believe we've met," Jungkook says as he looks at Yoongi, a forced politeness dripping from his lips.

"I'm Yoongi, a knight of the magpies." The assassin responds, getting a small nod from the younger male. Jungkook seems to still be struggling to identify him, clearly trying to figure out why he might have been invited. Before their small talk can be furthered, the group are interrupted by one of the waiters, who have a silver platter of finger food in his hands. Before he can even say anything, Jungkook is reaching for one of the small pastries.

"Oh, you have to try these. These are so good!" The boy king exclaims before shoving some of the food in his mouth in a very unrefined manner. Unlike everything else the brunette has done so far, this seems like a genuine reaction. However, it is soon reined in after a quick frown from Speckled Beard. As Jungkook chews on his mouthful slowly, back to his calmer state, his wings flatten against his back and he looks even smaller ― he looks like the boy he is. "Anyway, I should go meet some of the other guests. I'll definitely see you all later." Jungkook looks like he's about to leave, before he pauses, the small curve of a genuine smile tugging at his lips, "Definitely try the food though ― I chose most of it."