Fashionably late.
âPresenting Shehzadi Nahir Aysun Kadir, daughter of Sultan Raif Kadir!â
Nahir moved through the banquet hall with effortless grace, the sheer fabrics of her embroidered gown catching the light as she walked. Tonight, she had forgone her usual crimson for something softerâlayers of violet and lavender, the delicate hues shifting like twilight against her skin. Silver, not gold, adorned her. Fine chains, delicate cuffs, dainty earrings, a constellation of gems scattered across her collarbones and wrists. Her hair, usually bound in intricate braids, cascaded in loose waves. The ensemble was regal without severity; every detail and move looked like a whisper of elegance rather than a declaration.
Eyes shifted from the what ever noble had just entered to her, naturally. Not that she particularly cared.
She came to a stop before King Erin and Queen Alibeth, dipping into a bow that was precisely as deep as custom required. No more, no less. âYour Majesties,â she greeted, her voice smooth as silk. âIt is an honor, as always.â A polite smile, an exchange of pleasantries, and then she moved on.
Like windchimes in a summer breeze, a song of soft fine jewelry followed her wherever she went.
As she made her way further into the hall, Nahirâs gaze drifted over the gathered nobilityâmeasuring, cataloging. When her eyes caught on Prince Wulfric, she smiled warmly. He always looked the part, she had to admit. Stoic. Broad-shouldered. Composed. Commanding. Cut from the kind of marble that demanded people listen. It suited him.
A pause in her thoughts, brief and weightless.
Some things looked perfect on paper.
Then, she moved onâunhurried and fluid.
Reaching the Alidasht table, she greeted them all with a warmth that was both natural and precisely measured. A momentâs pause, a quiet sniff. âCurious, I had not expected canine in the bouquet of tonightâs perfumes.â
Her attention moved neatly, efficiently, through each of them.
âUncle,â she said to the Grand Vizier as she neared her seat. With a gracious dip of her head, and nothing more, she greeted him.
âCousin,â to Farim, with a note of playful suspicion, she greeted next. âLooking too content. Should I be worried?â
To Princess Anastasia, she offered: âPrincess, you carry the evening well. I do hope we can keep you entertained for the rest of the evening.â
âRohitâ she said simply, the corners of her mouth tilting in wry amusement. âIt is good to see you again.â She continued with the other Alidasht guests until finallyâ
âMiss Kiraa,â Smooth. Even. No different from the rest, at least in tone.
But her gaze lingered a fraction longer than etiquette required. Not long enough to be considered rude, but just long enough to raise an eyebrow..
And then she sat, the silks of her gown cascading around her like a settling dusk, every gesture quiet and clean.
The mask, as always, impeccable.