[indent][indent][indent] [table] [row] [sup][h3][b][color=2e2c2c] ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ [right]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[/right][/color] [/b][/h3][/sup] [/row][row] [cell][color=2e2c2c]______________________________________[/color] [right] [img]https://i.imgur.com/APBPtSU.png[/img] [/right] [/cell][cell] [color=2e2c2c]__________________________________________________[/color] [color=2e2c2c]__________________________________________________[/color] [sup][h2][center] [color=BLACK][sub]S H E H Z A D I N A H I R K A D I R[/sub][/color] [color=904342][sub]S H E H Z A D I N A H I R K A D I R[/sub][/color][center][sub][sub][url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/33/cf/84/33cf848e5371e0f81d09f73fbff972ca.jpg][i][sub]♖ o u t f i t ♖[/sub][/i][/url] [/sub][/sub] [/center] [/center] [/h2][/sup] [center][color=silver][sub]F A S H I O N D I S T R I C T 3 : 0 0 P M[/sub][/color][/center] [center][color=gray][sub][sub]I N T E R A C T I O N S : [/sub][/sub][/color][/center] [center][color=gray][sub][sub]M E N T I O N S :[/sub][/sub][/color][/center] [/cell][/row][/table] [/indent][/indent][/indent] [indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][img]https://i.imgur.com/yizZnOk.png[/img] [/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent] [indent][indent][color=gray] After her little talk with her dear sister, the young Shehzadi felt utterly drained. So much so that she never made it across the hall to her room. Nahir had instead made a sharp turn down the hall that had startled Ece and Ali. Ece bid her farewell and raced after her, following her outside the guest house to the busy streets where the palanquin was still waiting for any of the Alidasht royals to use. [color=904342]"Fashion District,"[/color] Nahir said as she pushed the curtains of the palanquin with unsteady hands and entered. [color=904342]”Tell Suhasini to run to the market for more silk thread."[/color] She said, knowing Ece was already standing outside the little window. Outside, she heard Ece call a random servant over and order them to delay the coded message to Nahir’s lady-in-waiting. The palanquin rattled, shook, and jumped around Nahir as her entourage moved slowly down the streets to the Fashion District. It’d been a while since she had allowed herself to let go and spend to her heart’s desire. A while was the short trip across the sea from Alidasht to Caesonia. Her fingers itched to touch the fabrics on display, for her fingers to feel the perfectly smooth silks, to have the vicuña tickle her fingertips, and the thick Qiviut fur to swallow her hand whole in its softness. Nahir would enter the shop, and the owners would promptly empty it of anyone in sight to give the Shehzadi full access to view and examine the merchandise without disturbance or distraction. Fabrics after dress after ring after shoe– all of them packed into parcels and sent to the address provided. Once did her guards have to stop some lowly nobles from throwing a fit outside the shops, demanding to be let in while she shopped. Claiming she was just another spoiled rich brat. She was spoiled, and she was rich. That was for sure, but she wasn't a [i]brat[/i]. Nahir had looked as Ece talked to them with darkened eyes. One of them reached for his cane, ready to discipline the woman who had just dared to threaten him and his group. It was only met by Ece's blurred figure pressing cold hard steel against the man's throat before he could even raise the cane. [color=428f90]"Do you know what the punishment is for slandering a Shehzadi? A princess?"[/color] Ece whispered into the man's wrinkly ear. Nahir watched with amusement as she'd twiddled with sapphire earrings in one hand. The look he gave her when he realized what her status was and who he had insulted. Called a brat. [color=428f90]"Shehzadi Nahir is merciful. She will forgive your ignorance, but be not mistaken that your stupidity has been taken into account, [i]my lord.[/i]"[/color] He'd practically run away as soon as Ece released the man, leaving behind his wife and friends. If she could, Nahir would have spent the rest of the day walking down the Fashion District, basking in the envy of the nobles that tinted the streets green. Spending coin after coin until she was satisfied. Whole. Complete. At least for the moment, and that was enough for her. The last stop was [i]“Extravagancias de Toledo”[/i] The woman inside, who had been helping a rich-looking couple, gasped loudly when the bell rang, and Nahir entered the establishment. She promptly ushered everyone out while the Shehzadi browsed the merchandise on display. [i]Click.[/i] The lock. “Shehzadi Nahir!” The woman smiled once the front door of her shop was closed. “So long has it been since you graced me with your beauty.” The voice sported a teasing tone, her bright eyes tugging at something playful between them. [color=904342]"Madame Petra,"[/color] Nahir offered her hand for the woman to take, a smug smile playing at her lips.[color=904342]"Not [i]too[/i] long I hope."[/color] Madame Petra was tall, two heads taller than Nahir, with long straight black hair she wove into braids. So when Petra kissed the back of Nahir’s slender hand, she had to bend down. Smooth skin graced smooth skin sending tiny shocks through the Shehzadi's body. “Not at all, my shehzadi.” Madame Petra's eyes met gold as she looked up to see Nahir staring at her. No. Not her. Her lips. "Come, as soon as I heard that your family would be gracing us this summer, I got to work. I saved lotus silk from Catalonia–" Petra began to turn when Nahir caught her wrist. [color=904342]"[i]That[/i] can wait. I, on the other hand, cannot."[/color] Nahir said, pulling the woman toward the end of the shop, past the silks and furs, past the jewelry display, and finally past the curtains that read "employees only." [/color][/indent][/indent]