Nahla freezes for all but a moment at the thought of being alone with Ruz. The Vizier was a nightmare by what she had heard from her Mistress, but after the embarrassment Grace-of-Heaven had endured to achieve this, a single meeting with Ruz would be nothing. The servant gives a convincing performance, wincing and whining as the Sultana pulls her away. Her eyes darted about, waiting until there were no observers before turning and leading her Mistress in the room. Her arms wrapped around Grace-of-Heaven, holding the half-bare lady in a tight embrace.

“We did it, my Sultan!” Nahla exclaims in assuring whispers. “We had to improvise a bit, but we’ve successfully earned our alibi for the night, and you can see the beauty of Sjakal at night. When we return, we can begin to plan out how we will handle Lady Ruz. But for now, it is time for the finishing touches to our preparations, and then we’ve won!"

She opened an unassuming barrel in the private punishment room, containing within it a set of new, unassuming clothes for the two of them. Along with clothes for disguise, a small vial of the fragrant soap she had lathered the sultan with, which she began to dab in small amounts on the ground and walls to ensure the room carried the scent of the Sultan should anyone investigate the room. Stripping away her performance clothing, Nahla dons the clothes of a commoner and a hooded cloak.

“Now then, we may wait a moment to allow the palace to settle down, and then we shall away when they are unassuming. Are you prepared, Grace-of-Heaven? Hmm… perhaps it best that we use some sort of false names out there if speaking to each other?”


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Rolling Emotional Support +Heart: 6+5+2= 13
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