[center]

[img]https://i.imgur.com/wkbE032.png[/img]
[h1][color=D2691E]Farim[/color][/h1]
[color=D2691E][b]Location:[/b] Castle Dining Hall[/color]
[color=D2691E][b]Time:[/b] Evening of the 28th[/color]
[color=D2691E][b]Mentions:[/b] Hafiz, Anastasia [@princess], Nahir [@Rodiak], Kira [@Potter], Rohit[@Helo], and Hala [@JJ Doe][/color]

[color=D2691E][center]__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________[/center][/color]

Farim listened to Hafiz’s typical tirade about the separation of the elite from the common man. It was like hearing one's least favorite arrangement from a band they already despised. Rather than bicker, he let the man have his golden pedestal of status and values - no sense in punching a wall that will likely not fall with brute strength alone. But that is when he heard a distinct protest his head turn on a swivel with shock written over his face that slowly changed into a poorly held chuckle.

[color=E77298]”Tell me, Grand Vizier, have you ever actually been invited to a party… or do you just stand outside of them brooding about how people are enjoying themselves too much?”[/color]

[color=D2691E][i]Gods, are you trying to win me over even more, Anastasia? Telling off my father at a public event? How...alluring in a strange yet satisfying way.[/i][/color] Despite his starry-eyed look, he carried a hint of concern for how his father may react. He hated being talked down to, especially if the “talker” was a woman. Farim sat ready to retort in case his father got too out of hand.

The preceding events, however, seemed to give way to an entirely different altercation. Hafiz at the present moment paid no mind to their “drivel” as he would likely call it. Farim’s attention to detail caught the way Hafiz stared at a certain woman as she entered the room - and quickly fell. This garnered a mixed bag of reactions - from Farim it was mainly a slight wince with a slightly audible “that must have hurt…” But then the man’s eyes turned towards his father and that telltale smirk. [color=D2691E][i]Ah so this is what my father was glistening with joy over. He must have seen her in attending this banquet and is dreaming all kinds of sick little fantasies. God what a creep.[/i][/color]

Farim grimaced and took a long sip from his wine. [color=D2691E]”Well I am glad you could give your approval for such an event, Hafiz. Even if it was in the most roundabout way possible - I will make sure to commemorate you in some way.”[/color] Yet before more theatrics could continue between the two, yet more trouble brewed at the center table. Words were exchanged, the taller man that Farim knew as Roman was chuckled haughtily while berating another woman - a certainly odd move on his part. [color=D2691E]”Surely I did not misread him?”[/color] Farim said aloud, but softly.
The Shehzade missed the next part largely in part due to Hala introducing Nahir to Nadim for what was likely not the first time. Nadim’s slobbering kiss against Nahir’s refined and poised self was likely going to cause a reaction - so Farim quickly flashed a leg of lamb at the dog with a slightly teasing wiggle of his hand. [color=D2691E]”You know you want it~.”[/color] He said with a grin - hoping to ease the animal off his cousin. Yet while this treat dangled beneath the table cloth, Anastasia burst up with chicken leg in hand. 

[color=E77298]”If you bully my sweet little brother again—THEN I WILL NOT BE YOUR FRIEND ANYMORE!”[/color]

Confusion flashed across his face, then he simply decided to run with it. [color=D2691E]”That will teach him - friendship status with a princess like yourself is a rather huge deal, no?”[/color]

While Charlotte made her move to hug Cassius, Farim gently tugged at Anastasia’s sleeve with a friendly grin. [color=D2691E]”Perhaps he is having issues at home and this is the cause of his outburst? It is written plain as day along his face the man seems to be going through some things. But may I also share something with you?”[/color] He waited for her to take her seat and leaned in to whisper just so she would hear.

[color=D2691E]”I do not know how to say this properly - but whatever it is that is standing there, it does not appear to be your brother. His flesh, yes. His clothes, yes. Even his face, yes. But there is something sinister about his demeanor - call it a hunch but I would like your opinion on this. Is that really your brother? You may answer later, I shall cover this with another question to make everyone less….suspicious?”[/color] He realized that such a long sentence prolonged into a hushed whisper may garner a few raised brows from the nearby seats at the table. So he chose to cough lightly and restore his posture.

[color=D2691E]”Sorry - such gruesome details of Alidasht court are not my favorite thing to discuss. But now that you know how [i]we[/i] have typically handled such outbursts in the past. How is it your royalty deals with such moments? Aside from the Queen brandishing blade and threat - will there be more to come of this or shall this be swept under the rug?”[/color]

His questions, while probing, were also meant as both a curiosity of his own and something to distract the present group from his current concern. Who the hell is that man that is claiming himself to be Prince Callum - because Farim had spent a few nights socializing with the man, and either the people of Caessonia are suffering from mass dissociative identity disorder, or there are some shady political shenanigans at play. Either way, Farim was going to uncover these little secrets if he could. If nothing else, at least the food was good and he was in [i]mostly[/i] pleasant company.


[/center]