[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/OEh1rTU.png[/img][color=9AF781][h1]Lord Leo Smithwood[/h1]
Time: 6 pm
Location: Guest House; Dining Room
Interactions: Riona[@JJ Doe], Mayet[@13org], Auguste[@Inertia][/color][/center]

[color=CBCBCB]The dining hall was a stunning example of what Caesonia’s always did right; every detail was meticulous, no expense spared, and there was no fault to be found in tonight's atmosphere. Soft golden light surrounded by brilliant reds evoked the majesty of a desert sunset. But this was not just a feast for the eyes, the scent of warm spices filled the dining hall. All it took was to close one’s eyes and it was like being transported to Alidasht. Or at least it was how Leo had imagined it; an eternal summer surrounded by exotic scents that carried the warmth of the sun’s rays in through the nose with just enough heat to tickle the senses. Leo looked upon the dining hall the way a child looked at a collection of presents beneath a Yule tree.

His grin only faltered as he caught sight of Sorian’s least helpful servant. How such a clearly flawed servant ended up with assignments of the highest honor was a brief source of confusion. But it was fine; Leo had carefully bathed, scrubbing not only behind the ears but beneath the fingernails and ensuring there was no fault in his appearance or scent tonight. A quick scan of Riona left him positive she had tracked in nothing from the horse stalls to be used against him either. So he followed the servant towards the table but the glare never quite left his eyes as he tracked her movements.

At the head of the table sat the Sultan, decked out in the finest of everything; his wealth draped around him in silks, his power shining in the glint of every fine jewel, and it all inspired such a feeling of reverence. To bow before the exquisite Sultan came so naturally it required no thought. Leo eagerly moved to take his seat with only a slight, and unimpressed, nod to Riona. When his chair was pulled from him, and his ass very nearly found itself unexpectedly hitting the ground, it took a moment for it to register. 

For some unexplainable reason, Riona seemed to have decided she wanted to make an enemy of him. He attempted an irritated glare disguised with a hollow smile but his skin flushed with vermillion embarrassment, betraying the work he put into the rest of his face. He filed this offense away from another time, nothing was ruining this night for him, and certainly not some nobody playing childish games with chairs and mud. 

Leo was back out of the chair at Mayet’s entrance, again at Auguste’s, and for every other guest who entered. He stood, he bowed, and he offered all the expected signs of respect. He found himself momentarily tongue-tied by Mayet’s words, unsure of whom she’d assumed his partner was and even more unsure about not having escorted Charlotte here. [color=9AF781]“Shehzadi Mayet, and radiant royal feline, I would never dream of robbing Duke Vikena of the honor.”[/color] Leo said, before greeting Prince Auguste as well. [color=9AF781]“Your Highness, your family only ever exceeds expectations, how has your day been?”[/color] He asked the prince. [/color]