[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/a1SQwRW.png[/img][/center] [color=lightgray] [color=lightgray][color=F4BC5E]Time:[/color] Early Evening [color=F4BC5E][b]Location[/b]:[/color] Ballroom of Danrose Castle[/color] [color=F4BC5E][b]Attire[/b]:[/color] [url=i.imgur.com/FYyBsMD.pn]Her dress[/url] [color=F4BC5E]Interactions:[/color] [@Infinite Cosmos] [color=F4BC5E]Munir, [@13org] Mayet, [@Omni5876] Amir, [@Rodiak] Nahir[/color] [color=F4BC5E][b]Mentions[/b]:[/color] [@Tae] Thea [/color] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/nAiwfAI.png[/img][/center] [color=lightgray]The grand hall of the Caseonia kingdom would be considered beautiful, yet Layla had seen grander architecture at her castle. She sighed as she nodded approval. She held her head up high without glancing at anyone. These [i]royals[/i] were not impressive. The servant beside her was Ali and one of her closest confidants. She glanced sideways to see him rolling his eyes and snickered. He caught her eye and winked and the two of them looked away from each other. She petted the head of her king cobra’s head, named [url=i.imgur.com/zGS3O6z.png]Zilal[/url]. He was wrapped around her waist and shoulders with his head resting on it. She had given him a little suit she’d ordered one of her servants to create and he wore it proudly. She flicked his tongue a few times and she stroked her head absentmindedly to calm her. She didn’t let her gaze stray as she turned to her Mayet speaking to Nala. [color=F4BC5E]”It would be rude indeed, but it’ll be even ruder if they don’t all take a moment to bask in our beauty. I doubt any of them have ever seen gorgeous people before.”[/color] While they entered the hall, Layla withheld a sigh and gazed around with pleasure: all eyes were on them which is how she liked it. As expected, the Caesonian people were rather sickly in appearance and seemed to cover up so much skin. She wondered if they were sweating under those huge puffy skirts and grimaced, shuddering in disgust. Even the men were covered in so much fabric. Layla hoped they did not expect her to actually [i]touch[/i] them. Compared to these roaches, she was dressed much more exposed. Her outfit was airy and she didn’t feel the least bit hot. Her hair was wrapped in an elegant bun with a few stray pieces framing her face. She had added a gold piece to her hair, ears. She wrinkled her nose and then returned to a more pleasant expression as if all her dreams had come true right before her eyes. Then a tragic thought hit her: what if their wine was disgusting too? How tortuous. As if Munir had been reading her thoughts, he chuckled and told her that she should be nice. She rolled her eyes and scoffed at him. [color=F4BC5E]”Munir, next you’re going to be asking to sprout wings and fly. No one is entitled to me being nice to them.”[/color] As the second tallest, she towered over the siblings and was more noticeable than the rest. Still, it wasn’t enough; she wanted all these roaches to see her. Before she could make her move, Mayet ordered Nala to announce their arrival and chuckled. The roar was impressive, and she looked over to nod in approval to Mayet and Nala. [color=F4BC5E]”Nicely done, you two.”[/color] Abrupt noise started her. She swiveled around to find a bubblehead blonde applauding them and stifled laughter. Was this girl serious? Had she never seen a tiger? Poor thing. Layla smirked as she watched her brother Munir settle for walking and gave him a wink as she moved ahead from her spot to the left of the sultan to tap the shoulder of two guards consecutively, [color=F4BC5E]”Lift me up on each of your shoulders. And don’t you [i]dare[/i] drop me.”[/color] She commanded them. Hastily, not wanting to upset Layla as that often resulted in utter disaster, the two guards aided in picking her up, holding each of her legs as she sat both on one’s left shoulder and the other’s right shoulder. Layla held her head up high, not waving, and simply allowing all to bask in her glory. Instead, she gave them a smile that she had practiced. She knew it was the winning smile that would make their hearts flutter since it often made her appear sweet and warmer than the sun’s rays. Zilal flicked his tongue in pleasure from his head’s place on her shoulder. Layla grinned at the king and queen of Caseonia, allowing a wink and sweet smile to cover her face as she made eye contact. The king looked dismayed which made her grin inside. Once eye contact had been achieved, she dipped her head in an honorable bow but didn’t let it drop too far. After all, these people were below her family and herself, so why lower herself to their standards? Her mother never would have done so. [/color]