Kathryne Corsair's hands folded and in on themselves, then unfolded and then folded again. It was the only outward sign of the nervousness that she felt as she waited for the arrival of her elder brother James. Being summonded by him to his study in their estate was unusual. If James wanted to speak with her he normally found the time to do so on the Inquisitor where the pair spent most of their time. However this was clearly not a Legion matter, since he had also summonded their younger brother Morgan. Morgan was not a member of Legion and seemed to have little interest in what James and Kathryne did for work. Yet what could James want with both of them?

She nervously ticked off the reasons for his summons in her head. There were no gift giving holidays nearby, so this was not an attempt to avoid the problems created by giving either each other or their parents the same gift thrice over. It was, as she had already decided, not Legion related. Morgan was there and seemed relatively intact physically so this was not an announcement that Morgan had lost a limb doing something foolish. Or had he? Kathryne recounted, and confirmed that her brother had four visible limbs and a head all attached to his body. There was a fifth limb, but the fate of that was neither James nor Kathryne's business.

She forced herself to smile as she looked at her brother Morgan. She wanted to be calm for him, to protect him from whatever this might be. Likely she was worried for nothing, but then this all seemed oddly officious for James. Still it was best, for the time being, to down play her own nervousness so as not to upset the at times rather fragile Morgan. "I do not think I have offended anyone of importance recently. Have you? I would hate to sit through a lecture on proper conduct."

That was not true. Kathyne savoured any time she got to spend with James, and she nearly always agreed with him. If he was going to lecture them on conduct, an unlikely guess at any rate, she most likely would have agreed with everything he said. It was, she knew, her blind spot. Morgan and James could say the exact same thing, but from James' lips she would take it as a given truth and from Morgan's she would raise a skeptical eyebrow. It was foolish, she knew, and insulting to her younger brother but then it was the same with everyone else. Kathryne worshipped her brother and while she was quick to challenge authortiy in every other circumstance she rarely challenged James. It was why she knew that if she were ever reassigned from the Inquisitor her Legion career would be short lived and most likely end up with her in the stockades.

Figuring that this would be a perfect time to apologize for her part in the rift that had opened between her and Morgan she sighed, "About what happened at the ball. I am sorry to have offended you. I often speak before thinking, I only ment to amuse the girl. I should not have done so at your expense. I truely meant no harm."

Something was up, it was all over the place but Morgan couldn’t put his finger on it. The staff seemed a little on edge lately, his mother had been absentminded and a bit edgy. In fact, she hadn’t forced him to meet with any girls since the incident with Anders Nassau. Normally speaking this would have only meant an increase in noble ladies to meet, just to prove he wasn’t dysfunctional. Even though he was…

Now James had asked for him, and not just him Kathryne too. He didn’t remember the last time this had happened, James usually wasn’t this formal discussing things with them and there was rarely anything Kathryne didn’t already know when it needed telling and he would just be told separately whenever the time was right.

It didn’t sit quite right with him, the whole ordeal was unnerving and it left him sitting in the chair of the sitting room. It was a chair in which he usually sat, one that gave him the feeling he could disappear in it and be swallowed should things go nuts all off a sudden. His mind was still processing what James’ summons had said, it was brief and short and to the point and didn’t indicate what it was about at all.

He absently chewed n the nail of his thumb as he mulled the things over, almost jumping when his sister spoke to him.
“What…?” He asked instinctually before realizing he had actually heard what she’d said quiet alright. Had he offended anyone important? He hadn’t even considered that could be why James had called them both together. The catastrophe at the Debutante had been the last time he’d seriously offended anyone.

Getting in a fight with Aldous Nassau wasn’t his finest moment, it had almost been a déjà vu of the picnic. Perhaps James wanted to give him lecture about it too, even though he’d already taken the punishment and the lectures for it from their parents.
“Eh… no…” He mumbled a bit sheepishly. “Not… aside from the obvious…” He said a bit awkwardly. It could still be more backlash.

He eyed her when she apologized for what she’d said to the stupid Leroi child at the infamous debutant ball. Oh how he wished he could jut scrap that whole day from memory, or do it over again. He suppressed a sigh and instead smiled slightly at his sister. Apparently she had been more upset about all this than he had initially thought.

“It’s alright… I wasn’t… really myself.” He said, starting out confident but his voice trailing off a bit. “I was irrational… I’m sorry too.” He finished slowly, not looking directly at her, feeling awkward.
He didn’t like having his siblings cross with him, it always made the whole world seem a bit more lonely…

James Corsair waited in the ante-chamber of his private study standing before the small hearth fire and looking into the gently flickering flames. His hands were clasped in the small of his back but with a restless sigh he unlaced them and placed them upon the mantle piece before him, leaning against it. It was unusual for him to feel this…Conflicted….But there it was, as he stood before the hearth so many things ran through his mind. It was as though suddenly, from out of no where the whole world had just begun to hurtle at him with a ferocious pace. It was disconcerting.

The Baron slowly took a step away from the hearth, pacing from one end of it to the other before pausing the repeating the action in the opposite direction. Today he, along with his father, had received the gravest of news. Prince Siodan Corsair had been found, dead. It was a shock that was unexpected and painful. Siodan had been a good man and James had always gotten along well with him. Not only was it the fact that he was now deceased that had caused so much turmoil but rather the exceptionally horrific and tragic way he had died and subsequently been found.

Oddly enough after receiving this news, the conversation with his father had turned to one of mortality and plans, as ones thoughts did when you found that someone close to you had passed away. It was then that Duke Abraham found the time right to impart some more, if not as equally shocking information to his son. That he was dying and did not have long to life.

James liked to think of himself as a strong man, a man in control of his emotions and mind at all times. But he was sure that at that moment he had almost lost his composure, in fact he was sure of it. In one foul swoop he had learned of the death of his cousin and that his father was terminally ill.

He paced past the hearth once again before coming to rest at one end and resting his elbow upon the mantel piece. He sighed softly his siblings would have been waiting his study for him for a while now; he supposed that he should attend to them. As the eldest son and subsequently the heir to his father’s title and now subsequently Siodan’s it was his duty, his place, to inform his brother and sister of the situation. It was not something he looked forward to do doing, not in the slightest.

James entered the study silently, not bothering to take a seat at his desk but rather choosing to head over to the slightly larger fire place and stand near it. He greeted his two siblings with a slight nod of the head, not bothering with anything more.

“I have news...” He cleared his throat a little, “Bad news.”
How did you tell someone that their father was dying? How did you do that when he was your father too? Added that a close family member had also just passed away? Thus leaving a chance for a family to easily fall into turmoil.

The Baron, or the Duke as he would soon be titled, went silent for a while finding it hard to find the words that he wanted to use, it was not a problem that he normal had.

“Prince Siodan is dead.” He suddenly said abruptly and without warning. There was no easy way to say it and they were all adults, there was no desire that he would sugar coat the truth.

He hated how blunt it had sounded however they were adults, Kathryn was an officer and a Healer she was a strong woman and Morgan…Well, it was Morgan that James was more worried about. He was still just a boy after all, he had no calling to Legion like his two elder siblings had, and his foray in to society had only been short but already filled with drama that was befitting of their station. If the Duke passed away there would be even less guidance for Morgan and what would that result in? James could think of far to many possibilities and in the end it would be up to him to make sure his brother did not fall down the same streets as Aldous Nassau nor Lucifer Demordray.

“Prince Siodan is dead.”

Kathryne Corsair blinked, taking the news in from her elder brother and Captain. It was surprising, the Prince had seemingly been in good health and though she was hardly highly ranked within Legion she would have assumed that such news would have been given to them before civilians no matter how noble or closely related to the Prince they were. Clearly then this meant something for the three gathered siblings, though she was slow in coming to that realization. With the Prince dead, she finally realized, they would all be moving up in title and designation. Her brothers would be Dukes and she would be a Duchess. Kathryne had never been particularly close to the Prince herself, she was always disintrested in court politics and had done her best to avoid gatherings. He had seemed a decent man, and her father had been quite close to him, but while he had never been anything but kind to her she was not particularly moved either way over his death. It was tragic, and unexpected, but it was her immediate family that she cared the most for.

"That is, unfortunate," she said bowing her head. The doctor in her wanted to inquire about the details of his death, but she resisted that urge. If Morgan was here it was not because this was any sort of formal announcment where an investiagtion would begin. If her elder brother had been coming to them for answers he would not have invited Morgan. Clearly this was meant as a family moment, and so she said nothing else. Morgan and James, as the men of the family, had more in common and thus a closer relation with the Prince than she had had. The news would most likely be harder on her younger brother, just as it seemed to be hard on James to deliver. She tried to move the discussion forward, keeping them focused on their duties as opposed to the sadness of losing someone so close to them. "Is there anything we should do?" she asked James, thinking of funeral arrangements and eventually needing to present the information to the public.