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Location: Where the magic happens
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They kissed. Perhaps seriously for the first time. Munir definitely took the moment and savored it. It was truly as cliche as all the storytellers in the markets of Alidasht would make it. Fireworks went off. Sparks flew. Everything of that sort. Of course, all of this took place in Munir's mind and not in actuality. 

[color=ffce00] "Love sickness eh. Perhaps. And you, my moon and stars, would be the only cure. You and your sweet kiss." [/color] Munir said as he took his time and savored the lingering kiss. This was just his way of easing the tension from the moment. The way he knew best. Making light and making a joke of everything has always been his toughest armor. Nothing could hurt him if he can just laugh in the face of their danger. Mina's discovery about herself. Munir of course took it to heart. He knows how his people views magic and the occult. He knows how the royal court would see it. If he marries her, he is relinquishing his claim to the throne. Their children would be outcasts of society, rather than pampered nobility. If his brother doesn't sire children, the bloodline may die with him...

None of that matters in this moment. He has finally found someone worthy being better for. Worth fighting for. And by the Sun God he is going to fight for her, to fight alongside her. People from far and wide will know who she really is. He will use every bit of resource, every bit of connect , that he may have to find a solution to whatever has plagued her, so long as he breathes.

Of course he says none of this to Mina. She doesn't need to know the effort he is putting in for her. That would so unlike a man. A man should simply deliver solutions to problems and not talk about the way they had to put in to get to the solution. After all, society doesn't care what one has done in order to reach their station or status. Just that the man has the station and status to be revered. Why would this be any different.

[color=ffce00] "Mmmm. As mush as I would like to simply stay in bed and enjoy your company... I think going out and doing something would be a lovely idea. I need to let all of your would be suitors know that they have serious competition... I will have Hakim fetch your clothes for you. Unless you want to wear my linen shirt for the rest of the day...[/color] Munir took a slight pause before leaning closer to her and whispered [color=ffce00] [i]"And continue to test my resolve against throwing you against this bed and tearing that linen shirt off of you...[/i][/color] Munir moved back a small bit with a smirk on his face and continued [color=ffce00] "So stay, let me have Hakim go connect with your ladies-in-waiting and bring some clothing appropriate for being out and doing things." [/color] With that, Munir gave Mina a quick kiss on the cheek and slipped out of bed, walking to the door of his bed chamber and disappearing for a moment.

Munir would find his loyal friend at his post, a small room found in between his own bedchamber and the entrance to the suite in general. Leaving Hakim with some simple instructions, Munir sent his retainer to his first task of the day before returning to his bedchamber.

[color=ffce00] "So, my love, what would you want to do today? I have some ideas but I would like to hear yours first.' [/color] The morning sun shone off of Munir's undressed torso, his hair tied only loosely into a ponytail. Munir slowly walked back and sat down on the bed with Mina and waited for her ideas of what they should do for the day.