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Time: Evening
Location: Sorian Park Dinner Under Fireworks
Interactions: [@Reuseable Sword] Roman, @Mole Prince Felix, @Conscripts John, @Helo Leo @JJ Doe Fritz
Aesthetic: Dress, Hair, Flower Crown, Purple Flats




Sadie felt her excitement might burst out of her like the fireworks in the sky when Dr. John had joined. “Oh my Gods, it’s Doctor John! Helloooo!!” She rose from the blanket and embraced him in a warm hug. ”It’s been a wonderful day and I’m so happy you’re here with me. Thank you for coming! I have all the food out so please come help yourself to whatever you want. How was your day? Did you do anything fun? Interesting?“

The next to arrive was her precious brother. Sadie gave him a bigger hug if such was possible. “My darling Felix! You have no idea how much you mean to me! I have greatly missed you!!” She squeezed him tighter than necessary and continued. “I want to hear everything about your day; after everyone else arrives!” She whirled on her heels happily to face the next newcomer with the bright smiles.

Lady Zarai was next to arrive. Sadie smiled broadly and ran up to greet her, then stopped dead in her tracks. What was wrong with her face! Who had hurt such a precious girl? Her eyebrows furrowed and her fists clenched. “Oh my - wow. Okay, first of all you’re as beautiful as ever and I promise that! BUT secondly, what happened to you, Lady Zarai?” The princess looked down at her with a frown and concern. Sadie did not want to cause her any more pain so she bit her lip and contemplated the scenario. “I want to give you a hug, sweetie, but I don’t want to hurt you… Here!” She took her hand in hers and squeezed them gently. “Hand hug!”

Another hug was locked and loaded for Roman once he arrived. She ran toward him and threw her arms around the big bear, despite his bow. “Romann!!! Roman!!! I’m so excited you’re here!! Please help yourself to whatever you want! I need you to tell me everything about the blacksmith workshop today! Please?” She watched as he then sat with Zarai. Sadie practically vibrated with energy and joy. She clasped her hands together, beaming from ear to ear.

The last but not least to arrive was Matthias, with the adorable Lukas and Mary in tow. “Hi Matthias! Hi! So happy to see you! ” She waved to him as they arrived. All three of them of course received a hug; however, she knelt down before Lukas for a moment. Sadie brushed hair out of his eyes and clasped his hands gently. “Lukas you’re getting so big and so handsome! You have no idea how happy I am to see you, little sweetie! Tell you what, if you want any games, toys or desserts, I’ll get you whatever you want, okay? You say the word and I will make sure it’s yours, cutiepie!”

Once all were seated, she addressed them all with an even brighter smile. “Thank you all for coming! I have bought as much food as I can think of for you to enjoy! Please let me know if I can get you anything else!” She smiled warmly at them all then sat next to Felix, beaming. ”Who would like to talk about their day first? Go ahead! I’m all ears!” Sadie giggled and gestured to them jokingly and waited.

Time: 6pm
Location: Castle Dining Room
Attire: Suit
Interactions: @Silverpaw Wulfric @Princess Anastasia


From dawn until dusk, the lonesome baker had prepared over a dozen different desserts. Each of them were exquisitely designed with the utmost attention to detail. There were several cakes, each with a different flavoring; except for three. After… events, he’d discovered the king’s favorite and thus baked three different chocolate cakes with chocolate frosting. He’d gone as far as to create a crown on top of each cake. The rest of them were vanilla, strawberry, and red velvet. Besides the cakes he had also planned cupcakes, cheesecakes, and also brownies. They were as meticulous as the cakes. Indeed, all of them had a special… kick to them. Ezra had closed his bakery to the public and forced everyone to work a twelve hour shift without stopping. For compensation, well, the details weren’t important.

Now the time had come to present his gifts to the king. This had to go well. If it didn’t, the first person to die would be the bakers he’d worked alongside all day. If it didn’t go well, Faith and Torie would suffer severe consequences even if they were his number one and two comrades. If he didn’t win this night over, he’d have to plan more. However, patience had been his virtue, but he knew it would wear thin eventually. He was so close and yet so far, but the goal in mind wasn’t unattainable… The party hadn’t been a success and he couldn’t remember the night. All he knew was he had left and his precious girl wasn’t with him. If this didn’t go well, it wasn’t hard to picture the scene.

The one obstacle in his way would be the unnerving and ghostly prince Wulfric. That damn prize of the Danroses would have to go first. He was a carbon copy of the queen, and thus he’d have to play his cards right. He was far too intelligent, unlike his youngest foolish brother, Callum. The mere thought of such filth being in the presence of his princess made him shudder. Auguste was good with the sword; however, that miserable and kind oaf wouldn’t be too hard to dispatch if he were caught… unaware. Ezra knew the two princes had won their matches at the Sword competition and knew he’d have to… intervene if he wanted to knock them off their pedestals.

He wore an expensive suit he’d acquired… illegally. The shopkeeper had mysteriously gone missing in order for them to have it. Ezra fixed his tie and smoothed down his hair and grinned in the mirror. This would go well. His goal would be put into motion and the rest would be his for the taking. Ezra had taken a carriage and horse which Faith tended to while he was in the castle. Carrying his gifts amongst some of the other workers he had forced to come with him, he was soon led to the dining room.

”Your Highness and Majesty,” Ezra greeted as he bowed and smiled up at him. “It is my honor to be here. Thank you so much for having me. I hope you enjoy the desserts. They were baked with the utmost care.” Out of the corner of his eyes, he watched his servants set the food down with the utmost care and precision. He nodded to them to leave and waited to be spoken to and seated. For now, Ezra kept his gaze downcast for respect, but couldn’t help but glance towards the love of his life, Princess Anastasia.

Time: 6pm
Location: Guest Dining Room

Attire: Her dress
Interactions:
@Rodiak Nahir, @13org Mayet, @Lava Alckon Farim, @Helo Leo. @princess Charlotte, @FunnyGuy Lorenzo @Inertia Auguste, Ariella@Tpartywithzombi



Layla turned to see Nahir join her and gave her a polite nod. Their conversation earlier remained in her thought process, but she chose not to dwell on it. Whatever happened would be revealed soon enough. The question from Nahir seemed innocuous, but the underlying tone of it was not. From Layla’s peripheral vision, she noticed Nahir’s lips slightly turn upward. Briefly, Layla’s eyes narrowed, but the expression was gone as quickly as it came.

We are one in the same, are we not, sister? She turned her attention away and smirked into her wine instead, choosing not to reply. Two can play this game, little sister.

Thankfully, Mayet intervened and her youngest sister’s words caused her to chuckle. However, the conversation veered towards her fight again and Layla had to take a moment to collect herself. She took a sip of her wine and rolled her eyes. ”Please, she was nothing but a toy to play with.”

Finally, the fools of Caseonia arrived and the conversation shifted away entirely. They hadn’t come empty-handed; two men were carrying a large pile of gifts. For a moment, Layla found herself possibly impressed; that is, until the duke began rambling. At this point, Zilal shifted around her neck to rise into the air and let out a menacing hiss. Layla rubbed her temples and took an extra long sip of wine and glanced towards the bottle in hopes it would refill itself. Fortunately, the Duke had a stroke of genius them all; and once he addressed her, she rolled her eyes. Him, the better dancer? The fool had stepped on her dress hem. Layla scoffed and said nothing. If she responded, the fool would continue talking. She scrutinized their attire and then made eye contact with Charlotte and a malicious grin spread over her face. It was one that promised vengeance and misery. Layla didn’t break the contact first and stared her down with the same grin on her face until the miserable and sickly pale doll turned away.

The duke continued his ramble, now turning his attention to Mayet. Layla watched their interaction play out and chuckled into her wine glass. How did this fool live to be this old? Even Nala seemed disturbed by his presence. These dinners, though annoying, would prove entertaining, and she couldn’t wait for the meal to begin. Just when this bumbling idiot seemed to get it together, he lost it moments later. Layla nearly choked on her wine at Mayet’s comment regarding Charlotte. She quickly caught herself and laughed snidely towards the sickly, pale doll. However, Nahir didn’t seem to enjoy this comment, and Layla glanced at her with a bemused expression.

The bumbling idiot continued his fifteen minutes of idiocy. He sat in the Grand Vizier’s seat. Layla froze and stared incredulously at him. For a moment, she was speechless. Memories threatened to resurface which she quickly pushed back. Mayet spoke up first in a warning but it fell on deaf ears. Layla poured herself more wine and began sipping it as a smirk crossed her face. It’s been all of five minutes and you’re in waters hotter than the sands of Alidasht, Duke. Nahir tried to play the peacemaker, but all of it fell on deaf ears.

Unfortunately, there wasn’t time to recuperate from the error because now her uncle had arrived. Layla glanced away and instead began to examine the napkin in front of her. She felt her uncle’s gaze but didn’t meet it, and readied herself for the next moment of buffoonery. From the corner of her eye, she watched Hafiz approach Lorenzo. She shifted and bit her lip to restrain laughter. The duke, instead of apologizing and moving, decided to counter Hafiz’ words and Layla glanced at Mayet with amusement and pity in her eyes.

Throughout this ramble session, Layla sighed and rubbed her temples. She drank more wine and wondered how someone could be so dumb and be allowed to become a man in power. Had it been a joke that got out of hand? Her gaze landed on Charlotte and she allowed the grin to return again before it disappeared. Layla avoided eye contact with the others while Hafiz prepared his next move.

“There is no need to act in such a way to the Sultan’s guests, especially in front of Prince Auguste and our other guests.” Nahir spoke up, then continued. “Why should he not sit there, uncle? Duke Vikena is the reason why we are gathered here, to enjoy each other’s company and learn from one another; Duke, please take a seat. I beseech you to forget his rude words. The Grand Vizier may have skipped breakfast after all.”

The voice of reason, the peacemaker, the subtle one. Layla stared ahead of her over Prince Auguste’s head and awaited the next moment. She remained silent and rubbed her head once more, whether it was from the stress of the situation or something else, it was unknown. One thing was clear to the oldest Shehzadi: Hafiz’s reaction would not be a pretty sight. She glanced towards Lorenzo and shook her head.

”Leaving so soon? Like a dog running with its tail tucked between its legs? What kind of example is that for Charlotte? You have shown us that not only are you a bumbling fool, but a coward at that. What a pity. Heed my Uncle’s words and give him his chair. He has well earned his spot; meanwhile, you should earn our respect after what you have done. You are also holding up our dinner and we could use a taste of Alidasht after the disaster you have bestowed.” She briefly met Hafiz’s gaze and let out the tiniest of smiles before letting her haughty smirk return. In agreement, Zilal uncoiled from her neck and hissed angrily at the chaos. She glanced at him and rubbed his head gently with a smirk.
Time: 6pm
Location: Guest Dining Room

Attire: Her dress
Interactions:
@Rodiak Nahir, @13org Mayet, @Lava Alckon Farim, @Helo Leo. @princess Charlotte, @FunnyGuy Lorenzo @Inertia Auguste, Ariella@Tpartywithzombi



The doors to the dining room burst open with an audible bang, announcing the entrance of Layla. The bang was enough to cause everyone to turn their heads to look over. Her emerald green dress shimmered in the light as if it were made of actual crystals. Her dark curls cascaded down her back in a display of effortless elegance. Her arms were adorned with various gold accessories as if she were a walking treasure trove, and her golden headpiece with gems. Her makeup matched her regal attire, with gold outlining her dark eyeliner, magnificent long lashes, and dark-red lipstick that screamed power; much like the snake around her neck. She set a hand on her hip while scanning the room with a look of disdain. She paused for a moment to allow everyone to admire her beauty. During this lovely moment, she analyzed every corner and fabric of the room.

"This is where we're eating?" Layla scoffed and glanced around, as if begging someone to tell her this was a cruel prank. "Is this where they feed their servants? What is this?”

Layla had anticipated a grand dining hall befitting their royal status. Instead, she found herself in a room plainer than the Vikena’s. She flipped her hair over her shoulder with a groan and rolled her eyes hard enough for them to pop out of their sockets. The indignity of it all was too much to bear, but a sharp glance from her father told her to stuff it. She gritted her teeth and took several deep breaths. Layla sighed and relished in the scent of the food being prepared. At least the Alidasht servants were here could cook their food properly unlike the restaurant from earlier. She giggled to herself upon remembering it.

Then, she sauntered to take a seat next to Mayet and gave her a sweet smile. The demeanor was completely different from her first reaction. Zilal slithered from her shoulders, then reached down to boop Nala on the head and flicked his tongue in greeting. Once finished, he returned back to his perch around her neck with his tail hanging over the chair. She had dressed him with a bow tie around his neck.

"Sister Mayet, I suppose we'll have to make do with their… “humble” accommodations. They must not want that unhinged Duke to ruin their expensive wares." She paused and examined the napkins before her. She held it up with her fingers as if she were uncertain it was sanitary. After inspecting it with a reluctant grimace, she laid it out on the cushion before sitting down. The other napkins she’d use sparingly. Her gaze moved around the table like a lion inspecting its prey. Bitterness sat upon her tongue, so she didn’t greet her father. Instead, she gazed at Lord Leo and gave him a wink.

Then her gaze fell on Prince Auguste and grinned coyly. "Ah, did the king send his son to overlook the dinner?” She inquired, leaning on her elbows to examine him closely. "Well, it doesn't matter; at least I have something pretty to look at. You look good enough to eat, Your Highness.”

Layla grinned. She hoped to confuse the prince for her own venomous entertainment. Then, she addressed the others. "So far, we have the presence of beauty among us. It will be ruined momentarily so enjoy the peace while you can ladies and gentlemen.”

Time: Evening
Location: Sorian Park Dinner Under Fireworks
Interactions: [@Reuseable Sword] Roman, @Mole Prince Felix, @Conscripts John, @Helo Leo @JJ Doe Fritz
Aesthetic: Dress, Hair, Flower Crown, Purple Flats



Finally, it was evening! Sadie hummed to herself as she observed her event. When she heard there would be fireworks, she jumped into the air with a yell of joy. Fireworks were gorgeous! This would be the perfect opportunity to meet up with the Varians. Princess Sadie's guests would have no trouble finding her. She assembled the largest collection of picnic blankets in the park. They were laid out in a large square neatly on a small hill near the front of the park, to the side, creating a cozy and inviting seating area. Alongside the blankets, she had also brought an ample supply of plush pillows and an array of delicious food. She had bought food from all the stands at the festival (and subsequently, emptied all of them so the stall owners pockets were full). While Sadie waited, she had all the food set up in tiny baskets. There were several types of refreshments, such as water, wine, beer and fruit juice. Now, all that was left was for her guests to arrive. She played with the fabric of her dress and adjusted her pink floral crown. Every few minutes she glanced around with anticipation.
In Avalia 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
In Avalia 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


The One Where a Foreign Noble and & a Retired General Have a Homoerotic Sword Fight

Attire: Layla’s Outfit & Hair
Weapons: Layla's Swords



After wowing a crowd with her fancy hat, the General made her way to the nearby stadium where a duel was to take place. She was a part of such a duel, and her presence was expected. She walked in through the gates, down to the front desk and gave the receptionist her name. She was then led to the official arena where she would face her opponent.

Eyeing the red line and the small crowd beginning to form, Lyra wondered who her opponent might be. In all honesty, she didn’t care about putting in any substantial effort. This duel was a matter of sport, not life or death. If she wanted to kill someone then they would be dead before they could draw their weapon. She could stand to be bested in a sporty duel such as this.

After resting from seeing her sister, Layla examined the newspaper. There had been a clip about a sword competition. A smirk crossed her face. At least this country had something decent worth doing. She wondered if they used fake swords and cried if they were struck. This would be too entertaining to miss. She quickly fixed up and pulled her hair into a bun with a few strands framing her face. Layla grinned and snatched up a box from under her bed and quickly left the bedroom. With haste, she summoned her servants and was hastened into her palanquin. Shortly after, she was brought to the competition and registered. Her swords were sheathed on her back and waiting to be used.

While Layla waited, she gazed around and examined the participants. There were some people she didn’t recognize and made a mental note to examine them further. She waited with her arms crossed and a scowl on her face which thankfully, caused her to be left alone. While she watched people moving in the stands like ants, she wondered if these people were going to die of a heat stroke because they were dressed so stuffy. She only hoped they stayed away from her as far as possible.

Finally, these dimwitted creatures began the event. The name “Lyra” was called and she looked over with curiosity at who it may have been. She tilted her head to one side with interest and a smirk graced her lips. Then, her name was called, and it was announced that this “Lyra” and her would be the first to duel. Layla waltzed onto the stage and awaited her competitor.

General Carris climbed to the stage, walking with her head up high and focused solely on… Oh, gods have mercy on her. It seemed her opponent would be an unreasonably beautiful lady this fine day. For a brief second, Lyra fought the urge to smirk. On her hip rested a sheathed sword, but from what was visibly, Layla could easily guess that this was no ordinary woman. The sword’s guard consisted of several roses wrapping around the hilt to form a basket-like shape, tempered in such a way that they appeared red against the argent gray of steel. Perhaps, she thought, that losing wouldn’t be off the table indeed.

The Shehzadi watched Lyra like a hawk, not allowing her gaze to divert for even a second. The woman before her was refined, not like a royal, but regal in other ways. She carried herself proudly, and Layla could surmise this sport was a past time for her. The smirk on her face became a sneer instead, masking her expression. She then eyed the sword on her hip. The intricate design was beautiful enough that Layla didn’t have any snide remark. Allowing her gaze to return to the woman, she unsheathed her swords and grinned.

The General stood still, studying every inch of Layla with her arms folded behind her back.

”You must be Lyra. Pleasure,” Layla teased as she gazed at the woman. ”If I am correct, this is a pastime for you. You must be deft with the sword,” She nodded towards her sword and continued. The haughty smirk returned as usual. ”Shan’t keep these peasants waiting. Would be rude. Don’t you agree?” Her voice was light and teasing, as she ignored the crowd cheering them on to begin.

”Indeed. Though, anything is possible when two masters of the sword meet. Do not count yourself out just yet, my lady.” Lyra retorted, with a similarly teasing voice. She withdrew her blade, and the edge was no less sophisticated than the hilt. It was a straight blade that came to a fine point, almost like a rapier, and bore a nearly mirror-fine polish.

Layla’s smirk turned from haughty to genuine amusement. Nobody in this pitiful country had amused her this much. She unsheathed her swords and grinned. Did this woman think she had counted herself out? What a misguided connotation. Nonetheless, she grinned and retorted, “My lady, I never count myself out.”

”Shall we?”

Then she took a deep breath and moved into an offensive stance. ”We shall,” Layla took a few steps forward, then with lightning speed, spun around her opponent to strike her thigh.

Truly, this woman seemed like a cut above the rest. Dual-wielding swords was unconventional, but could potentially be very deadly when wielded properly. Having spent quite a lot of time in Alidahst before, Lyra saw the strike coming. She thrusted her sword downward towards the point of contact, deflecting the sword sideways. Lyra then used that motion to swipe horizontally at Layla, which left her guard open.

Layla’s smirk formed into a look of glee when the woman deflected her. However, Lyra’s next swipe was far too novice for a woman of her stature. She frowned at the open guard and met Lyra’s gaze. Rage burned in her eyes as she struck her hip. Then, she used her other sword to knock Lyra’s blade out of her hand, which she watched clatter to the ground. In fury, she then swiped Lyra’s feet from out under her and bent down as if it were an accident to pick up Lyra’s blade.

”Can’t face me? I didn’t take you for a coward.” She hissed as she stepped back with a glower that would send shivers down her servant’s spines. ”My high hopes for you have been dashed. But I suppose I should thank you.” She stood up without helping Lyra up and kept an eye on the woman to make sure she didn’t try anything cheap. Her swords were gripped in her hands as she went back to her haughty, now deadly, smirk.

”Are you going to wait all day to announce the winner or get on with it?” Her voice was directed at the speaker as she became impassive, contemplating the woman’s unpredictable move.

Lyra promptly fell backwards. Unsurprisingly so. Rather than spit out a string of expletives in response to Layla’s sudden change in demeanor, Lyra giggled. Her hair was scattered across the ground, and her hairs were over her head in such a dainty way, it was like she was a delicate princess and not a hardened veteran. ”Ah… It seems you’ve bested me, my lady. Clearly, you are the better fighter between us.” There was a look of flighty mirth spread across Lyra’s face. She wouldn’t say it out loud, but it was not a victory for Layla. No, Lyra allowed this to happen. After all, she could never forgive herself for hurting such a pretty face.

Layla sneered at Lyra and turned to face her. The way the woman fell was princess-like, and it only further caused her blood to boil. She scowled at her and shook her head with disgust. ”You belong on the ground to walk amongst the filthy insects that call it home.” She ignored the rest of the woman’s words as the crowd cheered and clapped, despite the confusion.

”You are, truly, the champion. I don’t believe I caught your name?” General Carris said, standing up, brushing her hair clean with a hand and collecting her sword. ”I think I might’ve remembered had I heard the name of such a cunning warrior before.” That smile was still there, only less untamed and more… Subtle.

”Oh shut up.” Layla snapped and strode away from the woman without another glance backwards. Her expression was steel and her gaze could turn one to stone.

Finally, the dimwitted announcer stood up and waved to the crowd. ”Our winner is…. Shehzadi Layla Kadir!” The woman rolled her eyes and took her seat back on the bench. She did not look back at the woman and ignored her completely, and instead turned her attention to the next fight.

Lyra simply smirked as “Layla” left. In her opinion, it was okay for that woman to be angry with such an easy loss. It would’ve been unfair for Lyra to use her full breadth of skills against a Shehzadi- A princess. Surely she had her own skills in her own right, Lyra didn’t doubt that. But a cub doesn’t become a lion without mercy from time to time. Royalty and generals were simply different people.

”She’ll be fine.” Lyra said to herself, out loud, and left the stadium, taking her forfeiture with dignity.
Layla & Nahir




Layla sighed in relief when they moved away from the crowd. Something had happened that morning unbeknownst to her. Concern filled her eyes when she looked at her sister, although the thought of gossip amused her as well. She turned to Nahir and raised her eyebrows. ”I smell tea waiting to be poured. Shall we go back to the castle?” Layla gestured to their waiting guard and palaquins and ignored the Caesonians watching both Nahir and her with interest and fascination.

A few of the common folk that had wandered too close to them were apprehended by Ece, who quickly scared them off before they got too close to the Kadir sisters. Nahir did not look at them as Ece brushed the palms of her hands against the dark fabrics of her tunic, her nose scrunched into a look of disgust.

Nahir smiled, nodding as she walked Layla to her transport. "Tea sounds wonderful; I only hope they have cakes to match." She pulled back the curtains of Layla’s palanquin and offered her hand for Layla to climb in. "Ece will go ahead of us and prepare a spot in the gardens,"

Layla snickered at Ece’s expression from the common folk. She watched Ali glance around them and protectively kepe a hand on the hilt of his sword. Layla turned back to Nahir and grinned in response. ”That would be great. Ali can go with Ece to request food to be there as well.” She nodded to him and he quickly moved away from them. She took Nahir’s hand and climbed into her palanquin, then leaned over to offer her hand to her. ”The faster we get away from the riff raff, the better,” She smirked.

”Agreed,” Nahir returned the smirk and took the offered hand.

Their trip back to the palace went without a disturbance. The Bazaar looked the same as it had earlier aside from a few extra guards patrolling the streets with watchful eyes. It seemed like Caesonians were no strangers to the sounds of bullets as most of the people continued to go on their way.

When the Kadir sisters arrived at their destination Ece was awaiting them by the entrance with Ali and a few of the castle servants. They were led down the halls to the lush gardens where a table had been set up in one of the many courtyards. Chairs were pulled for each of the sisters and tea was quickly brought out along with various sandwiches, cakes, and pastries.

”Ah, isn’t this lovely? If only this kingdom could provide us with such seamless service all the time.” Nahir said as she lifted the cup of tea to her nose, inhaling the rich aroma of the Ganasean tea. Black tea, cardamon, ginger, anise, cinnamon, cloves and nutmeg, the spices filled her nose reminding her of home. Ece must have handed it over to the servants to serve.

Layla sighed in relief when they entered theguardian. She picked up a cup of black tea and examined it carefully. Whether it was to ensure it was safe or up to her standards, it was unknown. There was a hint of lemon, along with cinnamon and ginger. Deciding it was safe, Layla took a small sip and grinned with delight. ”I agree. Maybe they’ll get better each day and aren’t used to such top-tier visitors. Should have had it together much sooner though,” Layla then picked up a chocolate and vanilla cupcake and began to eat it.

Nahir poured a few drops of milk into her tea, stirred twice and sipped it. A low satisfied hum emerged from her lips as she smiled down at the porcelain cup. ”With the state of this kingdom,” Her voice lowered, ”I am not surprised they had not had the privilege to entertain more royals of our status.” The shots fired earlier were no surprise. Caesoania had very loose laws when it came to firearm ownership. One could easily find some shady man selling them by the ports or near the slums.

Once finished, she turned to Nahir after grabbing a few sandwiches. The haughty smirk returned with derision in her eyes. ”The Alidasht are taking over the garden.” Layla mimicked Farim with a giggle. An eye roll followed next as she continued. ”Can you believe the Princess and Farim were throwing themselves at each other? I was surprised he didn’t leave with her.”

Nahir smirked into her tea, bringing the cup down quietly to the table. ”The day is yet over, sister, who knows if they might ‘bump’ into each other later.” She took another bite to her sandwich to stifle the giggle. ”Although, they would make a handsome couple but their children might be of the lighter complexion.” She brushed a few locs behind her shoulder.

Her eyes shifted to Layla down to the cup of tea she held in her hands. Her brows knitted into what could be taken as worry as she reached out to lightly touch her sister's hand. ”Layla, did you stay behind last night? Was there something wrong?” The question had been gnawing at the mind since the morning, not out of concern but out of need to simply know.

Layla snickered and took her time consuming her pastry and tea. She listened to her sister’s words and imagined the duo seeking each other out. The idea of them being together caused her to nearly choke on her tea. While she composed herself, she watched Nahir’s eyebrows knit together. The way she reached for her hand caused Layla temporary confusion. While she seemed calm outwardly, inside her mind raced. The question regarding why she didn’t attend the party came up and she withheld a sigh; she had hoped it wouldn't come up. Outside of Hafiz, it was relatively unknown that anything was wrong.

Layla took a moment to compose herself and grinned at her sister. ”Why yes Nahir, something was indeed wrong.” Her voice held venom as she sipped her tea in between. ”We would have been cramped inside the carriage like pigs for slaughter.” She allowed her response to hang in the air and continued. Finally, she allowed a smirk to brace her lips again. ”How was the party, anyway?”

Ah. So this is how she wants to play.

Nahir allowed herself to frown, drawing her hand with the hesitation of a worried younger sister would have. Her eyes lowered and her lower lip pouted. Perhaps it was too soon, but Layla was right; it had been a foolish move on all of them. They could have been slaughtered like pigs, their bodies discarded like trash and dumped into some nameless mass grave. That was not what was bothering her, Layla had deflected the question.

”I don’t remember.” Nahir answered truthfully. She finally pulled back her hand to her cup of tea, her nails tracing the golden designs painted on to them. ”None of us really do, but…” Nahir’s voice trailed off and she glanced at her sister. Sometimes she wondered if they had been closer in age they’d be friends and not just civil with one another.

Nahir took a deep breath and ordered the servants around them to turn their back to them with a stern voice. When everyone had their backs to them, she pulled down the neckline of her tunic revealing two darkened spots on her neck, the size of a person’s mouth. She pulled it back up quickly. ”Layla, I need your help.”

Layla watched her sister’s demeanor dissipate after her rebuttal. While her chest panged, she didn’t show any reaction. Instead, busied herself with her tea and food. Halfway through her sandwich, she reached for another pastry and continued eating. The gnawing in her stomach thus became a vague memory. Eventually, it’d resurface, but for now she would not concern herself with it.

When Nahir admitted that nobody, including herself, could remember the party, her eyebrows furrowed. How was that possible? Did everyone drink themselves silly? Didn’t her siblings know better or were they having too much fun? She went to inquire upon it when her sister ordered the servants to turn their backs to them. Layla’s haughtiness sank into confusion and concern. This was much unlike her sister. Her attention caught like a fish on a line, Layla watched as she revealed two large dark spots. This time, her mask slipped off entirely, and she choked on her tea. Layla quickly recovered and dried her mouth off and stared at her sister.

Ah, I have you my dear sister. Nahir thought, pressing her lips into a line to hide the smirk. She lowered her eyes with shame, shaking her head just the slightest.

”Sister Nahir!” Her voice quivered like an arrow on a bow, waiting to be launched. She glanced at her servants and ordered them to move farther away to provide them with privacy. She added if they dared to look or violated their privacy, she’d have them hung.

This was one of the few times Nahir appreciated Layla’s ruthlessness and bluntness to the servants, knowing if this were to get out the lie would spiral out of her control. She couldn’t have that. Everything was to stay between her and her sister if this was going to work. Nahir had no room for mistakes now.

Layla’s eyes were wide as she stared at her. ”I would ask who but you don’t remember. I will find whoever did this to you and skin them alive over a fire pit and then allow Zilal to hunt them in their last moments so they can suffer from the venom and discover why King Cobra’s are named as such.” Layla’s voice shook with fury and concern as she stood up and came over to her sister's side.

”Sister…” Nahir’s voice trailed off as she laced her fingers tightly together. ”I… I don’t know what happened.” Her voice shook and she avoided looking at Layla in the eyes. Out of guilt for playing this card or the shame of what had actually happened, Nahir did not know which. While it was true that Nahir could not remember what had happened, she knew it had been mutual. But Layla did not know that, no one did and she very much doubted that the other person knew as well. Still, the fact of not knowing who it had been was what bothered Nahir.

She came over and examined the marks, then gently pulled the neckline back to cover it. Those would take time to go away, but for now she needed to help her hide it. ”Come. I have ways to keep that hidden.” Her voice was calmer now, but the fury was held at bay. She bit her lip and silently wondered if she’d attended this shady party, if this would have happened…

Nahir reached out to take Layla’s wrist, ”You can’t let anyone know,” she finally met Layla’s eyes, ”Please.” Her voice caught in her and she quickly looked back down. She wouldn’t give a theater performance, that’d be out of character for her. Nahir didn’t cry, not in front of anyone and especially not in front of Layla. So she kept her eyes down playing the perfect distraught little sister in need of the older one’s guidance.

Layla inspected her sister’s expression and was quiet. She became impassive, though her eyes were kindling with anger. How did this happen? It was unlike her sister. Unlike any of them not to remember, too. Layla took a deep breath and titled her sister’s chin up and looked down at her. ”I won’t.” The conviction in Layla’s voice surprised even herself. The situation was bizarre and unlike her little sister. However Layla knew she needed to find out more details about this party in her own way.

’I have ways to keep that hidden’ Nahir repeated in her head as she stood up from her seat and gave Layla the signal to lead. How? How could Layla know how to hide such bruises and who had given them to her?

Layla called the servants back to clean up after them. Next, she began leading Nahir back to her room. Once they arrived back at the Alidasht guest-house, she shut the door and ordered Ali to stand guard outside it. This way, they would not be interrupted. Next, she set Zilal on her bed who curled up into an adorable ball, making her smirk in amusement. Turning her attention back to Nahir, Layla went to her makeup table and pulled out some of her concealer. Then, she pulled Nahir’s shirt back and began to cover it up using a variety of makeup.

Out of concern and hope, she then inquired quietly, ”Do you know if you at least used protection?” She then added, ”And do you know how Mayet and Munir were from it? Did our cousins attend?”

Nahir’s heart twisted at the first question. ”I don’t know,” Nahir hated those words, but her answer was truthful. ”Mayet was upset in the morning, but that is pretty much a regular occurance. Munir stayed in bed and didn’t join us in the Entrance Hall. I saw Farim in the hall too, but Saiya was unaccounted for.” She had ordered Lady Suhasini to keep an eye on them all.

”I can’t remember anything Layla… All I can remember are these lights. They were so bright and in colors I’ve never seen before, in shapes that simply cannot exist… It was like magic.” Magic. Drugs. Both felt like a violation to her body now that she thought of it.

Layla remained quiet while Nahir spoke. The fact nobody remembered the night was suspicious, however the idea of magic unsettled her. She had read about magic in Alidasht. The idea of using it wasn’t persuasive enough to her. Still, if it altered memories… Layla bit her tongue. It would not do to speak out of turn or voice these thoughts; not while her sister was distressed…

”I’m glad you were not there.” Nahir said with a small voice. It was the truth. Like Layla had said, they had been pigs out for slaughter there. At least she would have survived and left their father with a competent heir instead of their uncle.

Her small voice brought Layla back to her thoughts. She gazed at her and pressed her lips into a thin line. To be comforting was out of her realm, though she could tell Nahir needed it. Instead of a sassy or witty remake, she finished the makeup then set her hands on her sister’s shoulders. Their reflection stared back at them.

”Sister Nahir, whatever happened last night is beyond our discovery at this point. I don’t think you’ll remember what happened - ever - but that does not mean we can’t prevent something like this in the future. I would be cautious whom you trust or speak to, and do your best not to wander off to any more parties. Should you feel the need to go, I will come along with you. I would keep this between us Kadir siblings.” She paused, then continued with a smile as she gently pulled Nahir’s shirt over her markings and fluffed her hair around her. Her haughty smirk returned.

Nahir could feel guilt bubble in her chest as Layla did her best to comfort her. She quickly squashed it and shoved it away before it could manifest in her face.

”Just remember, you’re a Shehzadi, and whatever scumbag did this to you, will never be able to do better than us. I bet you’re the best thing to ever happen to them and it will alas, but his downfall, because I will ruin them.” The smirk became slightly darker now as a certain… harshness, overcasted her features, then was gone as quickly as it had come.

”And I will be there to witness their ruin.” Nahir nodded, a small smile creeping up to her lips at the mental image of Layla inflicting said ruin on whoever her partner had been last night. While the thought was a pleasant one, the older Kadir was right; she may never remember that night. As much as Nahir hated it, dwelling on it would only cause Nahir further torment. All she could do now was use this situation and spin it however she wanted for her benefit.

Lalya smirked at her response. Satisfaction boiled inside of her at Nahir’s reaction. At least there was a smile on her face. She moved away from Nahir to sit down and assess her sister from her spot. There was an awkwardness hanging in the air she was trying to ignore for her sister’s sake. To keep herself busy, she gently petted Zilal who flicked his tongue in appreciation.

”Thank you Layla.” The words felt foreign in her tongue, and more so being directed towards her older sister. Nahir offered another smile, a gentle one this time as she lightly pressed her hand over her neck. A curt thank you was appropriate enough for two estranged sisters.

The words that came out of Nahir’s mouth caused Layla to do a near double take. Her sister… thanked her. The words caused her to pause and glance up at her. The smile caused Layla to reply with one of her own. She nodded and replied, ”You are most welcome.” Then, there was a beat; Layla contemplated saying more, but left it alone and allowed Nahri to decide if she wanted to stay longer, or leave. There was a deep gnawing in her stomach she needed to decipher, so Layla hoped she’d choose the latter.

After so many years living under the same roof, Nahir knew when Layla wanted to be left alone. ”I should go,” She stood to her feet, but they would not budge from their spot. It seemed like both wanted to say more, if they were closer Nahir may have. Another statement of appreciation, or a reassuring smile or maybe even a hug. Instead, she gave the older Kadir Sister a slight bow and left the room.

Time: 1pm
Location: Hunting Woods
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The startled reactions from the Alidasht prince reminded her that randomly throwing a dagger while they were high on adrenaline was not the best idea. Unfortunately, Sadie could not rewind time, but he relaxed soon after. Her eyes remained glued to Munir while unbridled curiosity and nervousness were kept at bay. She beamed when he finished and clasped her hands together. Her eyes were bright like the sun. ”We are well met then, Prince Munir! I am Princess Sadie of the Varian Kingdom. I am delighted to make your acquaintance. Sorry I startled you earlier. I panicked seeing the bear.”

Next, Roman spoke to her and rested his ax on his shoulder. When he complimented her aim, her eyes widened, and a tiny gasp escaped her. Sadie had worked day and night on her aim, including staying up all night. She stayed quiet while he spoke. The entire time, she shifted from foot to foot. His comments, now directed at the Alidasht Princess, caused her to wonder what they were talking about. She had climbed over Roman? It had something to do with the fighting, she thought. Her gaze remained on Roman and beamed when he mentioned the blacksmith. ”Of course! I would not miss it for the world!” She bounced on the balls of her feet as her eyes widened. ”I can’t wait to tell you about what I was working on this week!”

Now the Alidasht Princess spoke, and Sadie turned to her excitedly. She watched her call the tigress to her side with fascination. Hearing her speak about Alidasht and how uncommon it was for people to have tigers there only intensified her curiosity. Sadie bit her lip to stop herself from interrupting her with a barrage of questions. Unexpectedly, the Alidasht Princess took her dagger out of the bear, cleaned it, and then handed it to her. Her complement made her glow with pride and her cheeks to flush. ”Thanks! I made it myself. I am a blacksmith as well, funny enough!” She replied happily and turned to address both Munir and Mayet. ”It was nice meeting you both. Please let me know if you need anything, I would be happy to help! And Princess, I would love to hear more about your tigress!”

Now she took her leave and was hurriedly followed by her guards. ”To the blacksmith, gentlemen! I must change!” Soon, she was out of sight, continuing to talk to her guards and hum to herself without a care in the world.

She complimented my dagger!
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