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A joyous composition filled the extravagant ballroom, it filtered through the air and echoed out into the halls, the deep bass of the instruments running waves of vibrations through the stonework, Erick could feel it in his chest. The event was busy and bustling with dignitaries and the esteemed social classes - they were surely examining the foreign visitors with interest, but well concealed behind polite smiles.

The fresh streak of broken skin along Erick’s left cheek had stopped bleeding, at least - he’d explain it as a small accident of course. The Jörda Prince scanned around for the Princess Jinayah, but as of yet he could not locate her. Vyarin however, even disregarding the man’s size, stuck out like a sore thumb - Erick could sense the discomfort of the Prodzy Prince before he even need approach him.. he smiled, inwardly, but refrained from letting it tellingly break across his lips. Jörda would have the crown princess, undoubtably.

Erick was equipped with as much finery as they could pack with them, and adorned with it only with the curtailment that excess would be obscene at such an event; nevertheless, exquisite fabric, furs, gold and ceremonial weaponry ensured he was both somewhat encumbered and hot; his warm skin emanating the patchouli oil dotted at the base of his neck. The Prince approached Vyarin, who seemed to be musing over the untouched banquet from a distance, the Prodzy man smelled of soapy linen if not a little..humid? Like cloth that was not quite dry. Erick too examined the table, “do you think it is a test?” he joked, it was hard to gauge at times, in this land, if things were as they seemed they were.

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In contrast to Erick’s expectations the Princess Jinayah returned an artful courtesy; she’d been aware of his approach - her armoured display at breakfast hadn’t been entirely for show it seemed, and he considered too that perhaps she was quite attune to the subtle alerts from her horse. Blossom was robust and of a steady temperament, and not unlike the kinds of war-horses in stature that Jörda employed to pull wagons and weapons, or as charge horses that crashed through tough enemy formations. Given Jinayah’s attire and absence of stable hands, the prince could assume that she was an experienced equestrian - this was not unusual of women in Jörda but in this place, he’d held some notions that the Princesses would be far more in need of his gentle assistance.

The conversation between the Princess and her horse elicited a grin from the Jörda prince, he folded his arms as he observed the communication between them and failed to entirely conceal his slight discomfort when Jinayah shot him a sharp gaze, all of sudden inspecting him. “Yes I feel well” he croaked and cleared his throat, “thank you Princess” he reaffirmed more deeply, he was keen to change the subject.. “I shall prepare Sinir, your horse may rest this morning, you will ride with me” his thick accent cloaked the sentiment of the statement and it wasn’t clear if it was a command, a suggestion or a question - perhaps a small fraction of panic prompted a clumsy attempt to re-establish whatever he supposed his position ought to be.

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The servants of the Astalian palace dutifully escorted the Jörda prince to his quarters, although they’d initially seemed perplexed that he’d appeared alone in this area of the palace it was quite easy to assume he’d gotten lost. Erick paid particular attention to the turns and landmarks en route to ensure he’d remember this section of the building, and if more drinking were to occur he’d be avoiding that damned Afdan wine..

The prince took a deep breath of Astalian air as he stepped from the entrance of the palace, making his way to the stables, the salty marine scent mingled with the foreign smells of the surrounding city - the smell of horses though, never changed. Erick felt a little better after bathing - of which the Jörda people were most conscious and thorough - and reassured himself that a gentle ride, with gentle talk, with a gentle lady would be an easy and pleasant morning. His clothes for riding were particularly understated, with a light linen belted tunic and loose pants, these were paired with woollen leg wraps and low cut boots, he still wore several articles of gold however which made his station quite apparent. For comfort, he’d rolled his sleeves to bare his forearms, which were as scarred with old nicks as his face, and silver beaded charms were lashed to his wrists with leather bracelets. Upon entering the stables, Erick soon caught site of Jinayah despite the sheer size of the yard - she was tending to her steed, all the while whistling and scuffing her feet through the dust in a most choreographed way.

“Very beautiful” he stated aloud, Jinayah had her back to the prince and there was some part of him that hoped to surprise her, perhaps too he could fluster her with the slight ambiguity of the statement.

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Prince Erick gave a soft smile and a nod to Jinayah to express his confirmation of their ride, ..two hours to sort himself out.

The polite conversation that murmured around the table was interrupted by the rather late appearance of the Orc-prince; despite his size, his gentle manner barely broke through the uttering - or perhaps Erick’s hangover rendered him a little less attentive than usual. The Prince Gil was unusual to Erick, but he supposed he wasn’t quite so familiar socialising with Orcish royalty as he was the boorish countryfolk Jörda had appropriated from the very fringes of the Afdan kingdom. The ball.. Erick’s eyes briefly scanned those present at the table to gauge their response; Gil seemed to mention it in a fairly nonchalant tone whilst gathering generous helpings of breakfast - the Jörda prince looked on bleakly at the large pile of food and was at once reminded of his nausea.

Erick felt a hot flush and once again the colour began to drain from his face, just then Vyarin arose to make his leave with a plausible and polite excuse, although he seemed hastened, Jinayah too shortly following suit - would it be impolite also for Erick to depart from the company of the Orc-prince leaving him to eat and drink alone? The pace of his heart quickened and he arose puffing his cheeks to expel a breath, he cleared his throat, “Princess Jinayah” he gave a shallow bow of his head to acknowledge her when she bid him her wishes, his eyes followed her briefly as she vacated the room before they flicked to Gil. Throwing up would not be polite. “Enjoy your breakfast” Erick managed to slur out the words before storming off, he felt hot and was yet simultaneously breaking out in a cold sweat - where was his chamber again? Oh hell.

In this state the prince was neither convinced he could make the journey back to his chamber or remember the route, he also did not want to draw attention to his condition - thankfully Grìmur was nowhere in sight. Erick charged along the corridor until it quickly became quiet - a small off-shoot with a large handsome plant and a tall deep pot seemed like the only sensible location, there was no negotiating it really. Gripping the rim of the planter his body ejected the pathetic stomach contents and continued to unproductively strain a few more times, the prince spat and panted when it ceased - he really should have done this earlier. After a few short moments indulging the feeling of relief he remembered where he was and pulled back from the planter wiping at the edges of his mouth - he peered around and could see no one, but could hear activity further down the halls.. he’d need assistance back to his chamber and would have to prepare himself for the morning horse ride, of which he was certain should be a gentle affair.

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