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[color=cfa36d]Time:[/color] 9am
[color=cfa36d]Location:[/color] Entrance Hall
[color=cfa36d]Interactions:[/color] [@Helo] Callum [@13org] Mayet [@Lava Alckon] Farim 
[color=cfa36d]Mentions:[/color] [@Silverpaw] Wulfric 
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The Sultan was silent as he had listened to the infamous Queen Alibeth at work. She seemed to know all the right words to say, perhaps much better than her husband could. However, he was no fool. No amount of offerings or charismatic words would fill in the missing blanks of the story. Raif was here with the sole purpose of understanding what happened last night; the rest of it was all irrelevant. He folded his arms as if he were being shown the most predictable of plays. That was until a young man in terrible shape was dragged out. He eyed him up and down with disinterest. [color=cfa36d][i]A scapegoat. But for whom?[/i][/color] Alibeth was clearly quick on her feet and sharp... Had she not realized he had seen this tactic many times before? It was probable she could infer he would realize and had not had time to concoct anything else. 

[color=cfa36d][i]How peculiar the Caesonians are. Pretty clothes and pretty words but never an explanation for their actions.[/i][/color]

Raif Kadir had been a sultan for many years now, one who had heard excuses and pleas time and time again. The truth was always between the lines and within the body language of the guilty. If they refused to tell the truth, then he'd find it out for himself. That is why he decided not to even bother conversing until necessary as he observed every move and every word.

The eldest son Wulfric had turned on his own siblings for information. His posture changed as he straightened up. This was the one Mayet was fond of after all. It seemed the younger pair of royals were expected to know who was behind the party.  From what he gathered from his children, no one had remembered anything from last night. Was it possible these two remembered? Why would they remember and not his own children? His offspring knew better than to get so intoxicated in a place unfamiliar to them. He let his gaze narrow as displeasure crossed his expression.

His vivacious Mayet, unsurprisingly, was also displeased. She spoke up lowly but her tone was that of a viper all the same. He made a gesture towards her to calm down, placing his palms toward the ground and waving them. His gaze was gentle and understanding as he could not chastise her for her anger. She was making quite some fair points that needed addressing. 

[color=a187be]"You will be allowed to come and go as you please under your father's blessing. We have no wish to imprison you, Mayet. My idea was to monitor and make sure you are leaving with proper protection."[/color]

The Sultan had no issue with the queen's initial reply but they needed the story here. She looked as if she was going to say more but then the young Prince with the dark hair spoke up, taking ownership of the ordeal in a story that still did not add up. To a face never seen and an unknown location.  [color=cfa36d]"You take invitations...from a stranger and go to the random location and never find out whose event it is...? Then you had your sister..."[/color] His gaze moved to the Princess. She seemed... He raised a brow thoughtfully. He looked over to Mayet again, [color=cfa36d]"Is his story true? He led you to this party?"[/color]

Farim's voice filled the room, attempting to smooth everything over, which Raif was grateful for. He had no wish to make this dramatic and put anyone's life at stake unnecessarily. It was preposterous that it was such an ordeal to have the truth be told. 
However, the possible dangers could not be downplayed just to keep everything smooth sailing. At this point, he was wondering if someone was trying to create discord between their kingdoms by setting up such strange mishaps. Nonetheless, he let the boy say his piece. His words were respectable enough until Farim turned on him and dared to bring up Esrin as a means to pull some sympathy for the stable boy.  

The Sultan stepped forward, heat finding his way into his voice as he addressed those words. [color=cfa36d]"There is something very concerning happening and we simply want the truth."[/color]He whirled on Farim. [color=cfa36d]"I have not called for anyone's death so there is no need to guilt me with such. Yet it does seem this boy had a part to play in putting royal offspring in danger, and for that, he should face punishment for his crime. I will leave what punishment is seen fit up to Her Highness Queen Alibeth and King Edin. In order for my family to feel comfortable remaining here further, I demand candor."[/color]