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[color=lightgray][color=F4BC5E]Time:[/color] 6pm
[color=F4BC5E][b]Location[/b]:[/color] Guest Dining Room[/color]
[color=F4BC5E][b]Attire:[/b][/color] [url=i.imgur.com/cfY0IxW.png]Her dress[/url]
[color=F4BC5E]Interactions:[/color] 
[@Rodiak] Nahir, [@13org] Mayet, [@Lava Alckon] Farim, [@Helo] Leo. [@princess] Charlotte, [@FunnyGuy] Lorenzo [@Inertia] Auguste, Ariella[@Tpartywithzombi] Nahir [@Rodiak]
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[color=silver]Layla glared towards Charlotte. What could she possibly have to say? The stupid girl would have been wise to hang her head in shame as always. It was obvious as she spoke that she was still a shaking little mouse and could not ever hope to stand as strong a woman as the Alidasht women. She did little to hold back sounds of restrained laughter as the girl proclaimed her pride in her moron of a father. Layla could not believe she even had the nerve to look at Mayet and her and speak. She simply narrowed her eyes at Charlotte once they met hers.

Apparently, the vampiric doll had the nerve and turned to talk down to her uncle. The way she had spoken to him reminded her of one reprimanding a child. Layla felt fury rise in her and she looked at Mayet in disbelief. It was clear from the look on Mayet’s face that the feeling was shared. 

[color=d3c28b]"I think you aren't well aware of how serious your father's offense was against us, both on the welcoming ball and now, Lady Charlotte. For you to speak about decorum, civility and respect after everything your father has done towards us is laughable, to say the least. I will warn you and your father one last time..." [/color] 

[color=d3c28b]"Do not try my patience."[/color]

[color=F4BC5E]”And don’t you [i]dare[/i] ever look at Mayet like that again.”[/color] Layla added ferociously. 

Hafiz responded accordingly and with cunning. Layla was not a stranger to her uncle’s manipulative tactics. Though perhaps there had been a split second of sympathy, it was more fun to watch it directed toward someone other than herself. Due  to the subtle threat toward Charlotte that went over his head, it didn’t seem as if he was intelligent enough to notice. Layla decided she couldn’t blame him for that, because from what she understood, she wasn’t even his real daughter.

Then, Duke Lorenzo was stupid enough to keep trying his luck with the Grand Vizier. Layla wondered if he had ever said anything remotely intelligent in his life. Somehow the Prince of Caesonia agreed with him, which was another bizarre story. [color=F4BC5E][i]Is everyone in this Kingdom on drugs?[/i][/color]

Luckily, her father put a stop to the petty arguments and called for the food. Layla could not be bothered to be surprised that the duke thought hummus was whipped peanut butter. Furthermore, the notion of him leading grace was absurd. Thus, she turned to Mayet fondly. Her eyes sparkled with pride at her youngest sister. [color=F4BC5E]“Let’s start a new tradition. Idiots who cannot hold their tongues should lose them.”[/color] she whispered to Mayet, so the others couldn’t hear.

Then a burst of inspiration came from her. If they were to indulge in this ridiculous grace, she had other plans. Layla gazed up at Zilal and whispered to him and watched as he slithered off her chair. The snake disappeared onto the floor and under the table carefully to avoid people’s feet. Then, once he found Charlotte’s chair, he began to slither up the back of it silently until wrapping around by her head. Once he was positioned and the vampiric doll’s eyes were shut, he would unleash a loud, menacing hiss and then return quickly under the table and back to her side. Layla had learned the trick in her earlier life from Hafiz, so she knew he would also find it amusing.[/color]