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From the moment Nahir awoke, something felt off. Her arms ached as if she had spent the night lifting rocks, and her legs dragged with every step. The steaming hot bath she took helped to ease some of her stiffness and fatigue, but she still felt as though she was moving at a different pace from the rest of the world.

Lady Miha and Lady Suhasini bustled around her, frantically preparing her for Lord Drake’s birthday soiree. Nahir had instructed Ece to organize a suitable gift for the lordling that morning: a crate filled with Alidashtian animal pelts, gold, and an assortment of spices and tobacco. It wasn’t a personal gift, as she didn’t know Lord Drake Edwards well, but it was substantial enough to leave a lasting impression on both the birthday man and his family.

When Nahir and Ece arrived at the Edwards estate, she graciously accepted the gifted bracelet, passing it to Ece for safekeeping. She offered her greetings to both Lady and Lord Edwards, adhering to the proper etiquette as per Caesonian customs, and did the same for Drake before excusing herself to find her designated table.

Once seated, Nahir observed the mingling nobles and royals, her gaze drifting over the crowd. Lady Charlotte wore a simple but lovely dress—something Nahir might have criticized on another occasion, but today she found herself appreciating the shade of blue. Beside Charlotte stood a man dressed in the most pink garment Nahir had ever seen, more pink than even Lord Smithwood's pink-washed skin the last time she’d encountered him—though she quickly dismissed that thought. Lorenzo wore his pink attire with unapologetic flair, easily making him the most vibrantly dressed man in attendance. His ensemble featured elegant designs that earned him a few brownie points in Nahir's eyes, but Leo still held the top spot as the pinkest man in Caesonia. 

That seemed to be the extent of her energy for the moment. She leaned back in her chair, shoulders slightly hunched, and continued to observe the crowd with a detached curiosity.















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