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[color=F4BC5E][b]Time[/b]:[/color] Morning 
[color=F4BC5E][b]Location[/b]:[/color] Her bedroom [/color]
[color=F4BC5E][b]Attire[/b]:[/color] [url=imgur.com/0JLDJdN]Her dress[/url]
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[hider=Flashback]The night had been quiet yet eventful for Layla. Before she had left, her head felt as if it were being squeezed and crushed. Layla struggled to return to her room, but eventually did so and in the nick of time. After locking the door, she had quietly fallen to the floor and wrapped her arms over her head. Zilal had slithered over and curled up beside her. When the room quit spinning, she reached a hand out and set it over his head. As if fireworks were going off, Layla gritted her teeth to stop from screaming out in pain from the constant throbbing in her head. Then, as if she were back in the sands of Alidasht, she set a hand over her head to discover the sweat was pouring down her forehead. She curled up and saw through blurry tears, Zilal curling up beside her face and resting his head on her arm. Her muscles tightened and felt locked to propel her to sprint away, yet she didn’t move. Darkness soon overcame her, though she didn’t know if it was from it being nighttime or not….[/hider]

When the light penetrated the underwhelming curtains, Layla’s eyes opened. She looked around and discovered she was on the floor but why? Hadn’t she gone to the party with her siblings and dreadful cousin? Did she drink passed her limit? Layla scowled and moved her hand and felt the cool scales of Zilal. With a faint smile, she pet him gently and then rolled over to stare at the ceiling. Why had she been on the floor? What happened last night? Groaning, she squeezed her eyes shut once more only to hear a disturbing noise. Her gaze flickered over to the doorway being pried open. 

Scowling, Layla stood up too quickly and pressed a hand to her mouth and rushed to the bathroom. A few stumbles followed her and caused her to slam the door loudly. She clutched the sink and held onto it and squeezed her eyes shut. Why was the room spinning? The quiet movements of her guard, Ali, were heard but she ignored him. Repeated questions only bothered her more. He had to leave [i]now[/i], but if she didn’t respond, it only made it more suspicious. 

Scowling, she turned to the door and called out authoritatively, [color=F4BC5E]”Don’t you know not to bother me in the mornings? Get out!”[/color] It crushed her heart to yell at her servant, but she wanted him to leave. There was a pause, perhaps a moment of understanding and surprise, but finally, her wish was granted. Layla waited an additional ten minutes until she finally was able to sit down against the bathroom wall. She stared blankly ahead of her, not recognizing anything. Tears swelled up in her eyes and she blinked them away stubbornly. God she hated doing this. Why did humans have to cry like infants? 

Finally, Layla stood up and quickly threw herself together. Once she returned to her room, she found Zilal curled up on the bed with a note beside him. Layla sauntered over to it, read it over then rolled her eyes. Their presence was required in the entrance hall.  [color=F4BC5E]”No thanks.”[/color] Layla tore the paper into shreds and then swept the remnants into the garbage bin beside her bed. A fragrance caught her attention and she whirled around to find that Ali had left her a single rose with some chocolate dessert beside her. Her eyes widened with glee and she excitedly pulled it over. [color=F4BC5E]”Oh you know me so well, my dear Ali.”[/color] She grinned and began to eat, though guilt settled in once more. Her gaze flickered to the doorway. Once finished she found a maid and gave the dish back to them. Layla then returned back to her room.[/color]