(Both accepted. Taylor, fyi, since you're part of the royal family you should know; since their mother died Muriel married a new queen, Karina. They have one child, but it's very young and a NPC controlled by me)
Nathaniel; Prince of Nisroc
Status; Currently intoxicated and angry. Slightly hurt.
Nathaniel's wings hugged his back tightly as he shoved through the balcony doors, powerfully entering the long hallway on it's other side. His long, ebony cape flowed behind him, his thin lips pulled down into a scarred frown, a memorable line stretching from just beneath his nose, across his mouth, and down to the middle of his chin. It wasn't the only scar he had, and it certainly wasn't to no avail.
The sky grew dark with ash and dust, the ground decorated in small sparks of fire. The ground shook with built up rage as another bomb collided with the hard earth, sending more than half the militia through the dirt riddled air. The two brothers rolled backwards, landing heavily a few yards from one another, their bodies both weak from fight. Though both were exhausted and had barely recuperated from the harsh explosion, the first words past the youngster's thin, split lips were his brother's name, repeated twice in an urgent plea for a reply. "Samuel,...Samuel!?" Nathaniel rolled onto his hands, a harsh series of dry hacks escaping his throat as his eyes strained to see past the wall of dust. The sound of swords clashing and yells of pain screamed out beneath the ringing within his ears. "Nathan?" Samuel's weak voice coughed out a reply a few feet away, spitting out the nickname Nathaniel had loved at one time.
But now learned to hate.
"I'm here, brother." The youngster coughed out a reply. The two were quite skilled at fighting, even at the mere age of 17 their father often put them on the front lines; and they loved fighting together. The war between the Fallon and the Whispers raged on constantly. "Come now." Nathaniel growled, stumbling to Samuel's side and yanking him to his feet. The two faced on another, taking a moment to catch their breath. "You look tired, is that failure I see?" Samuel slurred out. "I'll die before I fail in front of you, brother." Nathaniel teased back. Samuel paused, his eyes locking onto his brother's. "Do you mean that..?" The two brothers were easy to categorize; Samuel, the bronze out of the two. His strength and charm led him to a life of worthy. The strong hero with a gentle smile. And Nathaniel; the silver tongue charmer with a quick reaction and a wicked mind. Though equally skilled in battle, he used his intellect and powers before weapons. So, to hear such words come from Nathaniel was rare. But, Before the youngest could answer, the familiar shrieking war cry of a whisper sounded behind Samuel. Fear and angst swelled within the two as the creature raised a weapon, aiming it at Samuel's head. With a sudden growl, and a powerful push, Nathaniel sent Samuel to the ground, the sword connecting with his face instead. Samuel let out a pleaful cry as Nathaniel stumbled backwards, falling to the ground as crimson blood dripped off his chin.
Thus resulting in the large scar upon Nathaniel's mouth. And the large scratch wound upon his shoulder? Falling off of a cliff after being knocked unconscious while protecting his brother once again. "Brother! Brother wait!" Nathaniel ignored his brothers pleas. "Nathaniel!" Muriel barked after him, to no avail. "Brother, stop." Samuel spat the order, pulling Nathaniel to a stop. Slowly, and dangerously, he turned to face the room. Muriel stood beside Samuel as Karina gripped the youngest siblings hand in the corner. 
Samuel; Prince of Nosric
Status; Conscious and Healthy
Samuel remained glued to the balcony, his eyes staring at the pool of molten, ebony railing upon the ground. Small gasps from the crowd caught his attention and he slowly scanned the large group of people, his eyes landing on one figure in particular. The familiar, ivory hair of Melody stood out amongst the crowd. Giving her a gentle wave, he motioned for the girl to come inside, only to pause as his eyes landed on something else. Another figure, at the edge of the crowd. Their wings gripped their sides, but their color was obvious. An outsider. "Samuel." Muriel growled, catching his son's attention before following after Nathaniel, and hesitantly, Samuel did the same. Entering the building once more, Karina held Vanessa tightly in the corner. Vanessa was the youngest of all the siblings, and often looked down on due to having a different mother. Muriel froze in the middle of the room as Nathaniel stalked away. After several pleading calls, Samuel hesitated, but barked out an order, pulling Nathaniel to a stop. "What the hell was that out there?" Samuel hissed. " I don't need to justify myself to you." Nathaniel replied sharply. "You pretend as if everyone hates you, brother. Must I remind you that you are an adult, and you are-"
"Not going to be ordered around by a power hungry brute such as yourself?" he interrupted. "I am your future king!" Samuel's voice raised into a yell, but was no match for Nathaniel's broken reply, "I will see this kingdom's demise before it's ruled by someone like you!" The walls shook with rage as the yells subsided. All in the room fell quiet at Nathaniel's words, some shocked by his tear glazed eyes while other's were to afraid to push further due to his hands already glowing with flame. A sudden yelp sounded from Vanessa as she wiggled from Karinas grip. "Nathi!" she squealed, charging at the boy with her arms wide open. Nathaniel, even in his rage filled state, bent down to pick the girl up, placing her head in the crook of his neck. Her small, four year old body was tiny in his arms. Vanessa always preferred Nathaniel. Most likely due to him being different like her. And Nathaniel loved spending time with the young girl. To young to understand judgement, to sweet to put a label on anyone. Not to mention the child's powers were that of water, allowing her icy skin to instantly cool down Nathaniel's hands. "The Summer Ball is tonight. I'll expect you there with no outbursts." Muriel muttered. Nathaniel gave us each one last glance, before turning and beginning to carry the girl away. "What if someone asks for you?" Samuel called out. Often times, guests will arrive early to meet the royal family. "Send them to my chambers." he replied coldly.
