[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/5d/21/11/5d2111d8082449a818b7c197765e8c26.jpg][i][sub]♖ o u t f i t ♖[/sub][/i][/url] [/sub][/sub] [/center] [/center] [/h2][/sup] [center][color=silver][sub]G U E S T H O U S E 6 : 0 0 [/sub][/color][/center] [center][color=gray][sub][sub]I N T E R A C T I O N S : everyone at dinner [/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] Nahir had had her handful of dramatic dinners. From small disagreements about the food to full-out arguments over mistresses, and politics, to family feuds and the occasional assassination attempt. While nothing would top the attempted assassination of the ambassador of Catalonia, this would forever be her favorite. Nahir tried to catch the eyes of Charlotte across from the table, hoping to offer a sympathetic smile instead of the pity she felt for the woman for the words that were being said around her. No daughter deserved to be in such a position; to hear the flaws and faults of the person that cared for you in public and from strangers nonetheless. Humiliating. But the young lady had different plans. The words that were spoken from Charlotte’s mouth, and the intensity in her eyes as she defended her stepfather made Nahir’s lips pull into a slight smirk. A brave woman, she decided as she sipped the drink that had been placed before her. To stand up against her uncle, and before a den of lions and a laughing hyena was truly admirable. And to actually get results! Unfortunately for Charlotte, Hafiz sat directly by her side. You win some, you lose some, Nahir supposed. [Color=salmon]“Being second isn’t a bad thing, vizier. It’s almost as good at being first like the Sultan.”[/color] Nahir pressed her fingertips against her lips, holding back a giggle at the light gab. And then, as the cherry on top, Prince Auguste agreed. She coughed lightly into her napkin, looking to the side to Layla wondering if she find all of this nonsense just as amusing as she did but the Sultan spoke before she could say anything. [color=cfa36d]"...I'm famished. Farim is famished. Let's begin the first course, shall we?" [/color] Nahir nodded, smiling towards her father as she folded her hands on her lap and waited patiently for the food to be presented. She thought this would be the end of it, until the youngest daughter spoke and brought them back to the same topic of conversation. [color=d3c28b]"Do not try my patience."[/color] Mayet had said, and Nahir had to fight the urge to roll her eyes. [color=904342][i]As if your patience isn’t the size of my thumb, sister.[/i] [/color] [color=d3c28b]"Sometimes, harsh words can teach more and be more helpful for one's growth than kindness and sympathy."[/color] Although Nahir agreed with those words, she thought that mixing harsh words with public ridicule and humiliation did more harm than good. There was always a time and place for such words, and out in the public were not it. Still, Lorenzo seemed to be adjusting– somewhat– into his spot on the table and suggested saying grace. Nahir hoped this wasn’t the end of the fun, and just in queue, the unmistakable hiss from Zilal filled the room. She glance to her side expecting to see the snake on Layla’s shoulders but instead found it on Charlotte before it slithered away. [color=904342]“Layla–!”[/color] Nahir had tried, but their father interrupted whatever she had to say to stand and glare down at her sister. Even if not directed at her, Nahir could feel the weight and intensity of their father’s glare. Did Nahir feel bad for Layla? Somewhat. Layla deserved punishment for the cruel prank she had pulled, but dismissing her so publicly was just as cruel as the prank. Although, to witness the bruising of Layla’s ego in such a public space was enough to appease any protests Nahir had. She glanced at her older sister, brows pulled together into a false look of worry. Layla did not want Nahir’s sympathy, that she was sure of. [color=gold] “Brother, with all due respect, why should Layla leave for her pet’s actions when it has been-”[/color] [color=904342]“Father–” [/color] But she was silenced too as Hafiz had. [color=904342]“Make sure she gets dried dates.” [/color] Nahir said to the servant Mayet had instructed, [color=904342]“Shehzadi Layla likes them.” [/color] In truth, Nahir did not have anything to say in Layla’s defense, nor would she have shared some if she did not know their father would silence her. Instead, she left it alone and turned her attention to Charlotte. Poor Charlotte, two days now she had been flung toward a beast that seemed determined to eat her and her stepfather alive. What must their guest think of it all? [/color][/indent][/indent]