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[h1][color=D2691E]Farim[/color][/h1]
Mentions: Sultan Raif Kadir [@Tae], Mayet [@13org], Hafiz [@princess]
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[color=D2691E][i]Great...[/i][/color]Farim thought to himself in the moment. He could tell as the words left his lips and countless eyes bore into his back as he held fast to his bow, only straightening as the Sultan spoke to him.

[color=cfa36d]"I have not called for anyone's death so there is no need to guilt me with such..."[/color]

Farim's blood froze as the only man who he felt genuine respect and admiration for seemed to scold his choice of words. He knew his "father" would likly be snickering, cringing, or some foul mixture of both expressions at his actions. Despite his call for tact, he immediately went too heavy on the pleading, thinking there was a life at stake.

He waited a moment for everyone's piece to be said before responding in a brief moment of sincerity before he would find himself in a deeper hole than before. [color=D2691E]"Sultan, perhaps my words were hasty. I should've known better, and for that I am sorry. I trust your judgement more than any."[/color] He gave one more slight bow with his hand over his chest as he would turn to hear his cousin berate him slightly.

[color=d3c28b]"Besides... There were already countless attempts to poison members of the Alidasht Royal Family and all of them were dealt with swiftly. The fact that we do not remember anything that happened last night would be enough to warrant the execution of every single person who was directly responsible for the party and the drinks if we were in Alidasht."[/color] 

[color=D2691E][i]But this is not Alidasht Mayet....[/i][/color] He wanted to fight back, but now was not the time. He was already earning more and more negative attention. He certainly wanted to draw some towards him, but not piss everyone off in the process. He simply nodded to acknowledge her statement before begrudgingly turning his head towards his fathers voice.

The man's calculated ferocity and insistence on respect was something Farim knew he would take to his grave. It took every ounce of self control he had to step back as he listened to the prattling spew of words that his father so ungraciously spat. Even if the words were as well-knit as a fine silken robe he would like to toss the entire "garment" into the fire of his disdain.[color=D2691E][i]Same old song and dance. 'Respect me or die'.[/i][/color]His father was a relic of the past he sought to hopefully one day overwrite. However his face remained neutral, despite the mention of an event he oh-so wished he could have bore witness to. 

[color=gold]"Your duke still needs to be punished for humiliating and injuring my family last night. My brother may be merciful… but I do not forget nor easily forgive my enemies."[/color]

He simply stayed put, not a single smirk on his face, nor a remark from his mouth despite every cell in his body screaming to sass and belittle his father. [color=D2691E][i]Another time...another time...[/i][/color] He looked on as he awaited for this overall awkward display of power and politics to simply just end already, slightly embarrassed at his own mishandling of words.
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