<Nocturnal Harmonia>

[Bloodedge]

Though Nikki hadn't given any consideration to a threesome with her sister, Ronnie had been planning it. Donnie figured that was the case. Either way, if Nikki wasn't against it, Donnie figured it was a decent enough idea. "I mean, if you ain't against it... two birds, one stone. Feel me?" he replied. Ronnie's plan was simply to see how Nikki took the concept during their shared morning, but the easy assumption to make was that things became a little too crazy for the topic to appear. Either way, the noted potential issue was the sharing of a single cock by two straight women. Donnie had never run into an issue with that, but his first ever threesome was with some rather... flexible lasses.

By the time the car door was opened, Donnie thought to address any possible issues. "I don't ever have a problem with that part either. I can usually handle two... three, sometimes four girls in one. Y'all wouldn't be missin' out on anything," he said in the event of that threesome becoming reality. Moving on from that, though, Donnie became the first to exit the car and see whatever guard was ready to escort the trio. At the same time, he'd have a very direct look at Buckingham Palace in all its splendor. "Daaaamn, this place clean! This where the queen be at?" he asked rhetorically. All the while, there was a previously-undiscussed king seated upon his own throne. He was an elderly-looking man, unawakened but surprisingly fit for his completely-whitened hair and beard. The processions at Buckingham Palace were normal... but what he didn't know, was that the queen had summoned some interesting individuals today.

[Apollymi]

The day before had gone a little awry, complete with magical happenings and a whole different kind of sexual operation taking place than most people wuld have considered normal. Given that... it was seemingly fine that the actual idea and planning of Ronnie had gone a bit off the rails. Donnie's words about the idea of threesome did make sense in general, everyone... involved and no one left out was technically ideal aside from the oddity of the other involved party being her sister. Again, there was a certain odd comfort that existed between them as siblings but not one she'd thought would cross sexual boundaries. "That does make a decent bit of sense..." Nikki said And while her revenge was still stewing she could find no real opposition in her head anywhere. What was more the only real issue both Corbyn sisters spoke of was the sharing of a single cock, and Donnie made the claim of handling up to four women at a time with no one feeling left out. So... "Alright mate~ We'll give a go~" Nikki agreed knowing that if any would end up with a dissenting vote it would have been her. At the same time Ronnie saw it overrall as a moment of pure growth, Nikki being completely unconcerned about the sexual aspects meant childhood trauma was likely completely off the table. As it was always going to be given it was 'King Don' theyw ere talking about.

Soon enough outside of the car, everyone was taking time to appreciate Buckingham Palace for the marvel it was. Even the pair native to England had to take a minute to get their bearings. "Yeah, mate. Being honest... I didn't think I'd get this far. Usually only get to see it on the telly. Hope mum's proud," Nikki said about the palace belonging to British Royalty. "I've been a goddess among mankind for most of my adult life, and I still never got an invite. Gotta take advantage of my little sister moving up in the world. And mum was always proud of you~" Veronica said almost playfully but the words were still true. Eventually theyw ere making their way inside to see, the King on his throne and the Queen on a separate one. Queen Mirellia Melromarc had perfect posture, a distinguished visage and not a hair out of place on her entire body. Her hands were folded carefully in her lap, but still her eyes lit up, as the trio made their way into the throne room to be announced as part of the procession. "I didn't know they still did this sort of thing," Nikki whispered to her own group. Some random guard stood tall and made the announcement, "Presenting, Miss Nikoleta Corbyn, National Hunter. Miss Veronica Corbyn, S-rank Hunter and Mister Donovan King S-rank Hunter to visit her Majesty Queen Mirellia Q. Melromarc," said the announced. Queen Mirellia stood waving off the announcer was if completely unbothered. "I know who they are, I invited them after all. Come dearies, join me in my sitting room, I have tea ready~" she seemed like a person entertaining company rather than being a ruler who had a job to do and a whole list of other activities to plan.

[Bloodedge]

A surprisingly wholesome exchange occurred between sisters before they entered Buckingham Palace. In the midst of it, Donnie remained a silent bystander, leaving siblings to their family moment. He wasn't one to bother during such times; Donnie simply took the go-ahead to enter the palace, looking every bit the tourist he was en route to the throne room. When they finally arrived, Queen Melromarc was every bit the fine piece of ass he remembered from the club ─ even better with proper lighting. There was also a king who looked rather confused. He knew Nikoleta Corbyn, and knew of her model sister... but who was this shirtless boy in a leather jacket? Well, he'd soon find out Donnie was one of those Americans ─ if not from the introduction, then from...

"Yoooo!" Donnie said as if he wasn't in a royal palace. "This house is bitchin'!" he concluded. There was no bowing from Donnie, or any showing of respect that went beyond his natural understanding. He did, however, nod to the queen. "Queen Lia, what's good? This the king?" he rambled. All the while, King Aultcray Melromarc seemed only more confused, and a bit bothered by the rapscallion behaving in such a crass manner in the palace. "You invited this bunch? Is this American lad some tagalong? He's got no respect," the king spoke. Donnie, who was already prepared to move toward whatever sitting room Mirellia spoke of, scratched his head. "Oh, dang. My bad. With respect, your uh... highness? Majesty? Honor? Whichever one works."

[Apollymi]

For two young women who'd been a bit catty to each other for the last 48 hours or so... both managed a bit of wholesome appreciation for how far they'd come. And despite Ronnie's less than friendly general demeanor it was quite obvious that she cared a lot about her little sister. Still once they were inside and announced all was well. except for King Aultcray, who seemed to be surprised by the group's appearance and the subtle understanding that they'd been invited. Donnie, was a relaxed individual. American and absolutely unapologetically himself, in this particular case, nothing about his speech pattern or normal excitement levels had changed, and the Queen found that refreshing in an individual. "Right? The place is huge for no reason, but awful pretty to look at~" she agreed with the lad's assertion and didn't even bother correcting his use of her name. After all, she'd told him it was fine to address her in such a way. "I'm doing well, just handling the usual riff-raff. National emergencies, crazy weather... all that. I see and feel however quite the interesting upgrade in attire, the look suits you well and yes, this is the King of England, my husband, Aultcray Melromarc," she mentioned like he was simply a piece of furniture. "And yes, I invited them. All of them. Hunters stand in tiers all their own," she reminded without caring too much.

Still, Donnie to his credit tried for a form of address. Nikki and Ronnie were subtly laughing just a bit while Queen Mirellia ushered everyone towards a happy sitting room, with the exception of her husband. "Of course, I haven't had breakfast yet, would love some tea~" Nikki asserted. She gave a cursory glance, but only about as much respect as the Queen herself gave to her husband. "Good morning," Nikki said while Ronnie gave a cursory nod, as well. All willing to follow the Queen to an elaborate side room. It was sound proof and meant for quiet meetings. It was full of comfortable seating around a coffee table already covered in tea, biscuits and other staples for tea. It had large windows for sunlight and a warm atmosphere. "Wouldn't want to bore you with the details. You can finish meeting the rest of the procession... I'll be having this meeting until further notice," the queen said in general to the King and to the guard who'd been announcing things, such was how things carried on and only once the door was closed did she relax herself.

[Bloodedge]

Though it seemed the king wanted to reprimand his behavior, Donnie had a natural disposition that didn't pay much heed to old, entitled white men. He remained wary, but nothing more. Instead, the lad's main focus was Buckingham Palace itself. Even Mirellia agreed that it was an unnecessary spectacle, but good in its own right. "Nah nah, it's good though. I mean... I don't know if I could live in a place like it, but it's definitely a place to see. Feel me?" he said ever so casually. Moving on, it seemed the queen was doing well with a bit of expected hullabaloo in life... including some unnatural occurrences in the vicinity that were likely a reference to his earlier exploits. "Yeah I feel you. Life be crazy like that, but you doin' your thing," he said.

The king didn't particularly like what he was seeing in that American boy. Still, a direct invitation from the queen was not something he could, or would, question in truth. "Oh? Some Hunter business then, is it? As you were, dear," he said with another glance over the gathering. "Welcome, then... all of you," he added. Only then did Donnie bother with the pleasantries. "All love, your kingliness," the lad said as he followed Mirellia to a more private setting. Donnie didn't even wait around for closed doors and the like. As he was invited directly, he quickly made himself at home by flopping on the nearest couch. "So what's good? Y'all got like... Royal Family Airforce One or somethin' out here? This about a transportation hookup, right? I ain't gotta like... sign myself up for the royal army or anything like that?"

[Apollymi]

Though the King may have wanted to reprimand someone, he wouldn't find an apt target in this room. Donnie was far too unbothered and as the guests of the Queen herself no one in this room would question her authority. Nikki couldn't help but be amused watching the goings on, and Mirellia herself was having quite a good time chatting about her home. "No quite right. It's more of a place to visit for most. Without the staff I imagine it'd be a pain for upkeep~" said fully understanding that many things about a place as large as the palace were far beyond normal functioning minds. Moreover Donnie even managed to encourage the Queen for holding down the fort so to speak while life, did... well life things. The King for his part in this, wouldn't be doing much but eventually welcoming the group at large and leaving them to discuss whatever Hunter business they had to discuss, it wasn't a conversation he was part of currently as an unawakened individual. Mirellia would be waving the king off and carrying on, fully intending to keep it moving.

Meanwhile once inside the room with the door full closed behind them, Nikki, Ronnie and Mirellia herself began laughing together. "I always hate those kinds of public introductions, glad to see you all again~" she said pecefully. As Donnie had already flopped onto a couch, Nikki seated herself nearby. Ronnie with her infinite cat like behavior climbed into one of the windows to seat herself making sure to grab a cuppa and a few cookies on her way. "Glad to see you all know how to relax, it usually doesn't happen so quickly," Mirellia stated. As for Donnie's question, "I wouldn't draft a foreign national into the Royal Military. We have a small fleet of planes that run on magical energy instead of traditional fuel types. I was going to let you have one in exchange for your assistance, with a personal matter," she said to the lad. "Still, that can happen in a bit have tea and biscuits," she said to the group at large. Still Nikki and Ronnie looked at each other. The Queen was quite relaxed and obviously looking for something in particular, that might not have been recognized as a proposition by people used to more direct conversation, but it definitely was coming from the queen.

[Bloodedge]

Donnie couldn't imagine being a member of the royal staff and having to clean a place so extravagant. The more he looked around, though, the more sparkles he saw. It was certainly a very well-managed place, and... the acoustics were incredible. "I dig, I dig. This place got crazy acoustics too. Could put on a whole concert, no baffles, no amps. Just ah-ah-ahh♪~" he sang just to test how his voice bounced off the walls, even cupping a hand over his ear in satisfaction.

Once they were all in private, the queen immediately expressed her distaste of such formal introductions. She also noted satisfaction over how easily her guests achieved comfort. Donnie had no issues with making himself at home when invited; he'd been told to do so far too many times in life by now. As for the accommodations he was to be granted, Donnie didn't have to do something ridiculous like join the royal army. They had some new-age planes that used technology derived from Dungeon research and acquisitions. She was going to let him have it. "Say what? Like a whole damn plane?" Donnie questioned before hearing about the exchange. She wanted his assistance? Well, she'd get it. Before that, however, there was an offer of tea and biscuits. Donnie initially reached out for a cup, but what he saw instead of the biscuits he knew of in America was... a stack of cookies. "... I was gonna say tea and biscuits sound kinda weird, but y'all really be talkin' about cookies huh? Bet bet." With that realization, he took up a couple of those as well. "So what kinda help you need me for? Some Hunter shit? I'm more ready for that than ever! You seen the new gear?!" he asked excitedly with an open gesture of invitation for the queen's scrutiny. "Come on now! Peep game, this fresh out the Lotus factory!"

[Apollymi]

Donnie commented on the acoustics of the Palace, claiming it would be a good place for a concert, and even givng a little melodic preview. Queen Mirellia, could only agree with him. "That's probably because this place was built for live music to be part of the entertainment. Wouldn't mind a concert really," The Queen stated. Perhaps the next time the whole of Lost Galaxy was around, she'd get them to give a big performance, that'd be worthwhile entertainment. She'd be keeping that in mind with the rest of her plans.

Inside that private room where all thoughts would remain for a time, she relaxed into more casual conversation with all of the present members was a great deal lighter than anythign outside of the room could be. "Yes, a whole plane, we have several, they've all been tested and we also have multiple pilots on staff who basically never get to fly. It's better for everyone to see them get use," Mirellia expressed without needing to feel bad about the extravagance of being rich.. As for tea and biscuits, Ronnie would casually speak up. "American cookies are way sweeter than these... they are more like those short breads you get from the uniformed little girls," Ronnie poined out the difference as something compeltely observational. Donnie missed a bit of the point, seeming to think that the Queen might have wanted Hunter related help, and wanting her to comment on his new outfit, "I did notice, it is quite the feat of magical equipment. You made this deary?" she asked of Nikki who grinned. "Yep, best material blend I've ever managed!~" Nikki chimed happily. "I do agree, no shirt?" Mirellia asked of the young girl. "Well, I've been seeing him so much without one, I didn't end up designing one to go with it. Besides he's a work of art, someone should see it," Nikki offered shamelessly. "Excellent choice, deary~" was all Mirellia had to say. "Magically that makes me feel odd, like the fabric is trying to challenge me or something but it must have been quite a thing to see, and you wear it well..." she offered the young man who seemed quite ready. She'd not said anything in particular but there was much to be said. As for Donnie's actual questio the answer to it was a bit more delicate than normal, "No Hunter business, just a personal favor... I am sure I am not misremembering Nikoleta's birthday celebration.I'd like what your song implied you'd give me," the Queen was oddly direct and indirect. But that was the way for royals. "No way~" Nikki uttered quietly but she was still a British citizen at heart, if the Queen wanted to shag King Don, she'd fully support the decision.

[Bloodedge]

The queen wouldn't mind a concert in the palace. Obviously Donnie had no issues performing for the literal Queen of England; he had even less issues with the idea of performing at this venue. "I'd do that shit in a heartbeat," he affirmed. Moving on from that, the plane that came at the cost of a single favor would apparently be paired with someone to fly it, and it wouldn't be missed for being given away. In that case, Donnie would take it and be satisfied... whenever he found out what the cost would be. In the meantime, Ronnie commented on the 'biscuits' he knew as cookies, drawing a familiar comparison that had Donnie making a quick decision. "Like trefoils? Bet bet, I fucks with them. Just gotta get the tea right. Y'all got tea like Japan do, right?" he asked while dropping several cubes of sugar into his cup.

When the queen had a proper look at Donnie's new getup, she immediately addressed Nikki. Donnie kept absently dropping and stirring sugar into his teacup, testing the spoon here and there until Mirellia decided to answer his question from moments before. She didn't want him for anything Hunter-related. What she wanted, was something that recalled Nikki's birthday celebration and some implications he'd given the monarch. Donnie paused, a biscuit between his teeth yet to be bitten, and shifted his gaze in Mirellia's direction. There were only a few things she could have been talking about, but at the same time... he'd made a lot of implications that night. "Uhh..." Donnie started, apparently baffled. "Remind me what we talkin' about? I be sayin' a lot of stuff, and I just be freestylin' most of it."

[Apollymi]

Apparently, Donnie would put on a concert in Buckingham Palace in a heartbeat. That was good information to have, the Queen would be keeping that in mind. "That's good to know, I'll contact you when I have a moment like that in mind~" the Queen said easily, and truthfully she figured her son might enjoy it just as much and he had a birthday coming up. Beyond that, Ronnie had an explanation of the cookies which the Queen couldn't really put together but that seemed to make the understanding of the tea and biscuit situation a bit better for the lad. "Japan is the closest to having a similar kind of tea. I'd drink it, if served there..." Mirellia stated honestly A strong cup of tea was sorely missing from many places. Her own cup had been prepared as well and she was soon drinking out of it while making her moves.

Meanwhile, Mirellia was making a few implications of her own but it seemed a bit lost on the lad. She found out in the moment that his songs were styled in the moment and that he didn't remember exactly what he said. That was almost a shame but also equallly impressive as a feat, "Really? You just make those up on the spot then? That's brilliant," she said in a true moment of appreciation. "Your Majesty let us help ya' out there... it's gonna be a bit," Ronnie offered wanting to help speed it along. "In one of those songs you rapped about getting the Queen drunk enough to show off her freaky side," Ronnie mentioned almost casually. "And in the other you told her she could blame everything else on the alcohol, and that you wanted to show her what she's been missing in her life," Nikki implied having a deep memory for Donnie's music as always. "Basically, you implied you wanted to hop down, and she's reciprocating~" Ronnie stated. Mirellia heard out the explanation and nodded along. That was exactly as she implied.

[Bloodedge]

Whether the queen truly meant to bring him in for a concert, or merely meant to pay lip service, was a mystery to Donnie. In the former case, however, he'd remain ready to receive an offer. What a day that would be. He'd sold out stadiums of all sorts, but the royal palace as a venue was its own kind of flex. Ah, but there was a different, much better flex in store for Donnie... and he didn't even know it yet. Soon. Before he managed to bite into his first biscuit, it all started coming together.

In response to Donnie's request for a reminder, Mirellia seemed shocked. That was always the case for those who first found out how Lost Galaxy members constructed most of their songs. "Yeah..." he said. There was much more to why he didn't recall, but that would come up momentarily. Ronnie interjected to explain that he'd been trying to intoxicate the queen, apparently to fish out her freaky side. Donnie raised his brows and blinked. Nikki chimed in to add the notion of blaming all Mirellia did on intoxication. Donnie pulled the biscuit away from his mouth. "For real, I said all that? I'ma keep it a stack... I was elevated than a muhfucka that night," he clarified. But the queen was reciprocating his interest, according to Ronnie. Seeing the woman nod along, nothing else needed saying for confirmation. In fact, Donnie quickly found himself scanning her form similarly to how he'd done so at the party. "No cap huh? So I get a whole ass magic plan... and I get to drill the queen? Like, the queen queen! That ain't a deal; that's a steal! So what, that whole royal concubine shit real too? Or is his kingliness out there gon' try to take my head off or somethin'? 'Cause I got hands if it's gon' be like that."

[Apollymi]

One day, Donnie would fnd out that the Queen of England did not pay lip service. In her life, she was far too used to being the most politically powerful entity in a space, she had no reason to waste words on the egos of anyone. Still, she meant every word she said, and even some she'd not quite said yet, and he'd be finding out exactly what she'd meant, when the Corbyn sisters reminded the man of what he'd said. His lack of surprise concerning his own freestyled lyrics implied that it was a reason he was quite used to, which the Queen could also understand. Regardless, Nikki and Ronnie were enjoying breakfast watching as Donnie processed the words they'd spoken to him and decided his own fate.

As he wondered whether he'd really said all of that, "Yep, definitely said it," Nikki confirmed only for Queen Mirellia to have her own observation. "In my day, we would have said you were rat-arsed, but the lot of you were. It was a party after all~" Mirellia slipped in making both Ronnie and Nikki snap their heads in her direction. "Blimey, the Queen is wild," Nikki managed. "Guess that nickname was actually true then~" Ronnie chimed in. Meanwhile, Mirellia was learning several new words and phrases. She'd once done the same so she could blend in amongst the common folk for fun, and now she was doing so simply so she could understand the context of what Donnie was saying. "A steal, huh?" Mirellia almost questioned it, but she looked to Nikki who was giving two thumbs up. Well, she supposed now was the time for that t-shirt she'd gotten as a party favor. "Drill is that what the kids are calling it nowadays?" she said aloud seeming to put togehter her own understanding in a relatively short amount of time. There were a few questiosn from the lad, which she thought to answer to set his mind at ease. "The concubine issue was never truly allowed," Mirellia started, "But this is a matriarchy and everyone has their needs. Even the old tart said as long as it isn't a scandal it isn't anyone's business," she said, with some well placed fake quotations marks and a jab at her grandmother. "You wouldn't have to fight him, he's unawakened. Besides all of that, so long as it isn't a scandal it won't be a problem," she pointed out. It wasn't as if her husband was capable of doing anything for her as he was... and it wasn't like anyone would say anything to her.

[Bloodedge]

There was a reason Donnie had a habit of recording songs as they came to him. Between his ADHD and his vice of choice, Donnie was almost sure to forget most of the songs that flowed through his mind without a repeat or two. Still, it sounded like he'd made quite the move on Queen Mirellia. She even had some observations about his state at the party. "Guessin' rat-arsed is like shitfaced," he said about her turn of phrase.

It seemed Mirellia had to make a few connections to figure out what Donnie was saying. She understood the phrase 'drill' well enough, but of course there was so much more to it. "There's, like, a thousand different ways to put it. It's all pretty easy to pick up," he claimed. On that same topic, Donnie assumed there was some sort of royal concubine situation at play... but Mirellia stated that it had never truly been a feature. He supposed there was always madness in media somewhere. Regardless, everything else Mirellia had to say gave Donnie all the information he needed. Secrecy was required, but with that secrecy came the ability to have a very interesting time with a very interesting and exclusive partner. "Ohh... I gotchu. Keep it lowkey. I been there plenty of times; I know what the deal is. If that's all it's gonna be, I'm 'bout it. Just say word~" he decided, finally biting into that first biscuit to follow up with a sip of extra-sweet tea.

[Apollymi]

Donnie had many a coping mechanism to deal with his wandering mind. One of them was simply recording songs in the moment because he was prone to forgetting them after they left his mouth. That was a fair enough point and Nikki could see that being useful. It was often the reason she carried a sketch book around as a child, so that ideas wouldn't be lost among the dozens of other things she had to do. Oh well, given what they were like, she'd likely find reason to commiserate at some point. For now, everyone in the room was learning something quiet, that the Queen of England has a sordid past, which included getting drunk enough t use the slang of the common rabble. "I quite like that one... it sounds about right." she said about the term shitfaced.

Whatever the case, it was becoming more and more obvious that the queen of England had been a normal or rather more normal person at some point in her life. While Donnie talked about her potential ability to pick up on slang easily, Ronnie and Nikki were both still aghast that she'd casually called the former Queen her former grandmother a tart. "Wow," Nikki uttered seeming to learn in a moment that all her life was being seen through a very different lens. Beyond that the Queen would be responding to Donnie. "Hardly an issue, darling. It not a problem picking it up. It is making sure I put it back down that is the hard part. But I have had years of practice~" she said almost casually. It would seem the sort of arrangement the queen was going for was perfectly within Donnie's understanding. If the kids were calling quiet affairs lowkey interactions, she could deal wiht that as well. "Righto, then how about you get a tour of the North Wing when you're done here?" she offered almost cheekily. "North Wing is where the royal suites are..." Nikki uttered. "Will you ladies need anything in the meantime?" Mirellia asked of the pair knowing that they may want entertainment or something of the sort. "Being totally honest, I planned to just have a butcher's as soon as I could so we'll probably do that, just make sure no one catches us on trespassing?" Ronnie offered earnestly. "Oh deary, I already cleared you for that sort of thing while making arrangements. You can move around freely, have a tour." The Queen would be ready to lead the lad up and around the castle whenver he was ready, a different exit to the throne room already present from older times so that the Queen and other royals could freely move about without drawing the attention of servants or potential attackers.

[Bloodedge]

There was something odd about the queen. Donnie didn't have much of a baseline to work with, but there were aspects of her regal demeanor that seemed to slip from time to time. One could have normally blamed that on her being a little intoxicated at the club, but there was no similar excuse presently. Ronnie had spoken of a nickname he didn't know. Perhaps that had some sort of connection? "Yo, what's that nickname?" Donnie wondered. He had quite a few things to find out. First and foremost though, was finding out what the queen was like when her clothes came of.

Whatever the case, Donnie was invited on a 'tour' of the palace's north wing. According to Nikki, that was the location of the royal chambers and such. "Word? Yeah I'm 'bout it if it send me down south~" he joked. In time, Donnie would be clearing a small collection of cookies and a single cup of tea. With that out of the way, and the Corbyn sisters having clearance to tour the palace at their leisure, he stood to follow the queen along... apparently some secret path toward the wing in question.