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[center][color=FF4500][h1] AMIR IBIN KADIR [/h1][/color][/center]
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[color=FF4500][b]Time:[/b] [/color]Early Evening

[color=FF4500][b]Location:[/b] [/color]Caesonia Ball Room

[color=FF4500][b]Interaction: [/b][/color][@princess] Chartlotte Vikena

[color=FF4500][b]Mentions:[/b][/color] Kadir Family.

[color=FF4500][b]wearing and weapons:[/b][/color]

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Once the second born had said his peace, he once more took his place to the left of his father. He sensed the approached of Lady Mina and gave her a side long look. A sweet scent wafted to his nostrils as the lovely lady did her curtsy and honored the Sultan. The Alidashti prince approved of her simple yet elegant wear. A woman of her beauty did not need additional adornments than what the gods had already provided. 
	
[u][i]ENLIGHTENED ONE? [/i][/u]
	
Amir slightly raised an eyebrow at the use of the old way of addressing the Sultan. Only very formal functions, such as the appointment of another Sultan, ever uses such decorum. That meant that only high officials of Alidasht and the royal family knew of such a word. It would seem that Lady Blackwood was well read and the twin could not overlook that.  

6It appeared that the  fairer sex of these Northern kingdoms were not all dolls of lace and powder.  The bravery that he had seen of Lady Charlotte and Lady Mina had been comparable.  Maybe not as overt as that of his dear sisters which wore their deadliness on their sleeves, or revealing dress.  However, he was sure that these ladies were no less deadly.  A look at the serene visage of Queen Alibeth was enough to prove that.
 

Mina’s revelation that the clumsy Duke had not been born into that position also made the sun kissed man show the slightest of reactions as he furrowed his brow. The caste system in his sandy homeland was almost set in stone and opportunity to advance higher was almost none existent. It was widely believed that the gods had set up this system very much like the way nature had its own chain. For a man to raise to such a high position meant that the man who had caused such ruckus was quite skilled

The twin could see his father’s face begin to show signs of annoyance. The Sultan welcomed counsel but hated no clear resolution. A pang of annoyance at himself was felt deep in his chest. Why had he felt the need to share his own view? Was it because of the selfless act of Lady Vikena? He was still mulling his own foolish actions when Raif addressed the Duke. The man’s face brought mixed feelings. His weakness, worry, and desperation was quite palpable and it left a bitter taste in Amir’s mouth. Kahrem had always been one to please. The quiet twin would seldom if at all voice his opinion. He did not admonish but counsel. He did not punish but educate. He did not show his anger but showed the pain of the wrongs done to him.


Old Amir on the other hand had be quite liberal with his boastings and with his ridicule. He had often chastised both siblings and servants. He was quick to talk down and pounce on people if he felt even the least bit of weakness. His most obvious target had been his own twin who never seemed to stop the aggravation. Amir could see a small reflection of Kahrem in the Duke. As Lorenzo fell to his knees, the emotions being circulate was too much for the second born to put up with. He adverted his eyes from the broken man. Whiter it was out of respect, contempt, or indifference it as hard to tell. Nothing could keep his ears from hearing the pitiful request that the Duke was making to his father. Such words would never sway the Vizier but his father had always been firm but just.

Another couple approached his father.  Much like his sire, Amir was beginning to tire of all these speakers.  Unlike his father, he had to endure it as proper court politeness demanded.  The regal demeanor of the handsome Felix was not lost on Amir.  His introduction as a crown prince made sense.  The way the handsome lad ported himself a benchmark for other to emulate.  On the Prince’s arm was his betrodden.  The lady must certainly come from a strong and old house to be an appropriate marriage a heir to the throne.  She was definitely beautiful enough.  Though the second born hoped Lady Smithwood would have more to offer than just her looks. 

The twin could at the very least acknowledge that Prince Felix was educated enough and skilled enough to step in and diffuse the situation.  Thankfully, certain responsibilities that some of these Northern royals had to perform were handled by the Vizier.  As much as Amir disliked his uncle, he could not deny the man’s skill at court was praise worthy.  However, it was this very skill that made him a dangerous person to cross. 

Raif Kadir’s annoyance was palpable in his voice as he invited any further people to come and say their piece…which led to nobody else presenting any comment.  This was for the best as his father, just as he was, still was dangerous when roused.  The Sultan’s voice held all the authority his position commanded as he spoke to the Duke. 

[color=a0410d]That being said, this is the judgment I pass on to you. While my family resides here in Caesonia, you shall come to the castle once a week…[/color]

Amir’s face remained stoic but for the lightest twitch of one corner of his mouth.  It had been his mother’s favorite thing as children to have their father do such a trick on them.  The lovely lady had tempered the red hot steel of a Raif’s soul to a powerful blade.  It was her gentle hand that held that blade as it’s sheath.  One could even say that she protected him.  When she was gone, that blade was left out in the open.  One could cut themselves on its edge but this also meant that the blade was open to the elements.  

The court seemed to breathe in relief.  Amir cast a glance towards Mayet.  Her exasperated sigh had not gone unnoticed.  Mayet’s tantrum spawned from the high opinion she had of herself but Amir knew that it also stemmed from a deep value of their father.  After all, all the Kadir siblings had inherited something from the man.  His younger sister just happened to inherit his fiery temper and did not have the benefit of having a sheath.  Nahir seemed to fill that role at the second born was at least glad that somebody could calm the wild girl down.

The twin’s eyes narrowed slightly at yet another outburst of Mayet and he sighed softly.  The girl did not know how to behave…. At first Amir had also felt the “punishment” had been quite mild but with his sister’s outburst perhaps it was more severe.  The Sultan always seemed to have a motive behind every action.  Some may say that Hadiz was perhaps the one gifted with more sly cunning but his father had always been a tactician and knew how to play his cards.  The proof of this was the fact that it was he who sat on the Alidashti throne and not his younger brother the Vizier. 

Still, the things that Mayet said was true.  She had been fighting against these set rules all her life.  However, Amir could not fault her ideals.  It was true that at time those who demanded respect were often the least ones worthy of it.  Kahrem would have stood by her side, if on principle if nothing else.  Old Amir would have laughed at her and told her that her words were the desperate complaint of a younger sibling who was little more than spent seed upon their mother’s womb.  Amir now only let her say her  peace.  Once their father’s will was made up not even the gods could change it. 

Once more his eyebrow raised as a pale young man with dark hair addressed his father in a flowery tongue.  The words were formal but what caught Amir’s attention was that the Northern man attempted a very fine impression of the Golden Tongue.  While the accent made it obvious that the person was not of Alidasht and to his ear it could never match the practiced fluid voices of his homeland, still the twin could not help but feel honored that someone, probably a tutor, had gone to such lengths.  Perhaps not every one in these Northern kingdoms was just a pale faced barbarian.  Amir thought. 

More people approached his father.  Two of them claiming to be royalty.  Their manner certainly suggested so.  Amir could feel no danger from them.  This meant that they only came to brush against his father.  Other lords and ladies would follow.  His father himself feeling the tightening of the noose excused himself and sought higher ground.  Fewer nobles would dare to bother his father if he was surrounded by their own monarchs.  

The job of socializing would fall to the Vizier but he doubted Hadiz would much mind it.  The twin was sure that his uncle would wring every apology from those gathered as he could while fluttering his plumes like a peacock.  The Lady Charlotte, the first who had seemed of any worth so far, appeared to have the best wits about the place as she also sought escape from the encroaching circle of royals and lords. 

Trying to escape but still knowing that he could not show any disrespect that would invalidate Alidasht’s own claim of the same after the Lorenzo debacle.  He performed his slight bow, though it was obvious that it was less deep than he had offered his father and their rulers.  [color=0054a6]“I am Amir Ibn Kadir.  Peace be upon you.” [/color] He straightened up again and with his voice still emotionless he addressed them.  [color=0054a6]“If you would excuse me.”[/color]  He offered no other explanation and moved on.  

Kahrem would have stayed and made talk for propriety sake being polite and almost even friendly.  Old Amir would have boasted and bragged of his own importance.  He would have tried to make snide remarks to belittle those he felt were better than him in a way that was inconspicuous.  The Amir now wanted as little contact as possible.  Not because he was afraid….

His steps were firm so as not to appear like he was running away but also hurried enough to leave the royals and their friends no chance to hail him.  He approached the food tables.  The twin could see that there were dishes that had been meant to be pleasing to them.  The cook was very talented but obviously not familiar with Alidasht cuisine.  He sampled them none the less, giving an ever so slight approving nod.  This was as much praise as the chef was like to get from the guests.  He never lingered at a table long.  His cold gaze keeping any would be feet kisser at bay.  His old master at arms had taught him that in a fight, staying still made you vulnerable.  Amir applied those concepts here at court.

His journey found him by the liquor table.  He himself was not a big drinker.  However, had he unconsciously been attracted here?  He could not know.  Acknowledging the bravery and presence of mind of Lady Vikena did not go against the second born’s ethics but any sort of attraction should be out of the question.  Still, he found himself near her.  With a few steps separating him, his voice was low enough for her to hear amid the din that had erupted in the court when the dancing and mingling commenced.  [color=0054a6]“You did well.”[/color]  Was all he truly said.  His voice calm.  Almost as a wind.