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[color=F4BC5E][b]Time[/b]:[/color] Morning 
[color=F4BC5E][b]Location:[/b][/color] Her bedroom > Princes’ Court
[color=F4BC5E][b]Attire:[/b][/color] [url=imgur.com/0JLDJdN]Her dress[/url]
[color=F4BC5E][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] [@SausagePat] Ruby & [@Rodiak] Zarai
[color=F4BC5E][b]Mention:[/b][/color] [@Silverpaw] Wulfric [@Inertia] August [@helo] Callum [@Terrance420] Alden[/color]
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[color=silver]Despite the subpar food and her cousin’s departure, Layla picked the newspaper back up. She scanned the list of events.. There was an execution which made her raise her brows. They had these as daily events? What a pit of vipers. She glanced down at the play and smirked when she read the title and knew who it was for. Layla giggled when she thought of dinner and the mouse she’d be playing with. Oh, how she looked forward to it…. 

As she read the title of the festival, she remembered her cousin muttering about it. Rolling her eyes, she continued reading, and debated between the Prince’s Court and the Hunting. She knew immediately where Mayet would be. Though she missed her dear sister, she decided against hunting. It wasn’t as if she, Layla, was in any shape to do so anyways, and besides, it wasn’t only [i]animals[/i] who needed to be hunted.

[color=F4BC5E]”A Prince’s Court? Desperate.”[/color] Zilal picked his head up and looked over at her. [color=F4BC5E]”We’ve got some Princes to meet, my dear Zilal.”[/color] He flicked his tongue when she stood up and came over to him. She patted his head affectionately in which he returned the gesture with a head boop of his own. Layla laughed genuinely, and watched as the maid came in to take care of the food. She froze, seeing Zilal, but then forced a recovery. Layla stared at her coldly, eyebrows raised and arms folded.

[color=F4BC5E]”You will not make any comment on Zilal, nor act like such a coward in his presence. Got it?[/color] Her voice was commanding and offered no response to the comment other than a curt nod. [color=F4BC5E]”You will take all this trash out of my room and clean it. I want it spotless when we-”[/color] Layla gestured to Zilal and herself slowly, making sure the woman could understand. A scarlet flush rose to the lady’s face, but Layla only smirked and continued. [color=F4BC5E]”-return, I would like chocolate dishes from the kitchen upon my return, not too hot or cold and don’t go through my belongings.”[/color] Layla beckoned Zilal and he began slithering after her. The maid quickly moved out of the way and watched wide-eyed, but a curt glare from Layla forced her to continue working. 

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When Layla arrived with guards in tow to the Prince’s Court, she scowled at the line of raggedy peasants. She watched ten girls get called in, then come running back out and chuckled. Her presence was not yet noticed, which bothered her. Scoffing, she clicked her tongue and made a few girls jump from surprise which morphed into fear when they saw Zilal. This line would not do; she was not waiting behind all these hopeless romantics. Scoffing, Layla flipped her hair and almost burst from laughing; the maid she’d terrorized yesterday was [i]again[/i] hit by her hair. Laughter boiled from her, but not as loudly as usual because she was busy trying to remain standing. She gestured towards Zilal to follow her and began making her way to the front. Girls moved out of her way, terrified by the snake and also mesmerized. Either combination worked, because she was soon near the front. There, she noticed a few odd girls and studied them with amusement. 

There was a girl with short white hair and monochrome eyes. [color=F4BC5E][i]Weirdo.[/i][/color] Layla thought to herself and admired the girl’s attempt at dressing up. Still, she looked like she was trying too hard. Her gaze moved to a girl in a wheelchair and raised her eyebrows. The makeup on her face tried to conceal her bruises unsuccessfully. The girl looked miserable enough and Layla wondered if she needed to be put out of her misery. Layla shrugged and turned to the front, smirking as she waited for her turn in line.

[color=F4BC5E][i]This is all entertainment.[/i][/color] Layla thought with amusement and watched the girls inside getting drilled by the king. [color=F4BC5E][i]What a scumbag. This country’s a joke.[/i][/color] [/color]