[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/BIFC1B7.png[/img][/center][color=silver] [color=9BBB82]Time: [/color] Early Evening [color=9BBB82]Location: [/color] Caesonia Kingdom Ball [color=9BBB82]Interaction: [/color] [@Infinite Cosmos] Munir [/color] [color=9BBB82]Attire: [/color][url=i.imgur.com/KkiqKCi.png]Here[/url] [color=9BBB82]Hair: [/color][url=i.imgur.com/1NtC8xB.png]Here[/url] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/UfpuO82.png[/img][/center] [color=silver]Persephone had taken plenty of food again, although this time with plates. Her stomach rumbled and she felt like screaming. It felt as if she’d been stabbed in the stomach. Fatigue was beginning to settle in as she downed her water quickly. As she watched the nobles, anger rose inside of her. They would never experience hunger or pain like the commoners endured. She slept anywhere she could now, sometimes in homes or otherwise, outside. Finding food was rare but she’d been lucky to find a roll of bread for herself. She kept most of her good food for Buttercup. Her heart broke at the thought of her horse. Luck had been given to some while the rest struggled. It disgusted her. She clenched her fists and turned to face the food so she wasn’t glaring daggers at these obnoxious, no good nobles. It was then she felt the heat in her nose and groaned. Again? She grabbed a napkin and held it to her nose and dabbed at it quickly. No, no, no,. This was not the time and place for it! Panic shot through her. The napkin was stained with red now as she held it to her nose. She hardly heard a male voice speaking to her and turned around in confusion. Standing behind her, for whatever shit reason, stood the Shehzadi of Alidasht. Persephone stared at him and would have laughed at the circumstances if she wasn’t dabbing at her nose. Her voice came out a little nasally when she responded cheerfully, [color=9BBB82]”Never better. How about you?”[/color] A devilish grin crossed her face while she kept the rag to her nose. Scaring the noble would be the highlight of her evening. [/color]