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-In the streets of Hartworth, Caesonia-

[i] A slender figure, dressed in drabby, rough-hewn clothing with a cloak that covers him from head to lower calf walks slowly through the street. Another figure, dressed in similarly drabby clothing, follows a few paces behind. [/i]

[color=ffce00] "How much for this?"[/color] The slender figure said, picking up an apple and perusing the other various edible items in the stall.

[color=00aeef]"One copper for one. Three copper for five..." [/color] The stall-tender said absentmindedly. not paying the slender figure much attention at all.

Normally, the slender figure would have said something about the lack of respect. But. Given light to recent events, he simply does not care anymore. There isn't much in the world that he truly cares about. The events of that evening still replaying in his mind, like a old wound that just would not stop causing pain...

[color=ffce00] "Just the one, I think. Thank you, friend." [/color] The slender figure said meekly, dropping one piece of copper on the table and taking one apple before turning away from the stall, continuing to walk through the busy market. The second figure walked past the stall and purchased one apple for himself as well, offering the stall-tender a courteous nod.

The slender figure mindlessly wandered the market for a time, taking small bites of the apple from time to time. The sweet, crisp, apple did it's best to wash away the bitter taste that lingered, though he has not had anything physically bitter to eat in a long time. The taste never seems to fade.

Another day, another sunset. During the pointless meandering, the second figure was stopped by a courier, somehow making out how the figure is. The courier handed the figure an envelop, embroidered with a noble wax seal. The figure took a look, knowing that it could be and opened it before offering the courier the same courteous nod as he did the stall-tender. Taking a look a the content of the envelop, he offered a small sigh. They have to attend. It's expected of them, after all.

Walking up a spiral staircase, the second figure followed the slender figure, brushing past several sheets of lace and satin serving as dividers. When the pair reached the top, the slender figure made his way to a pile of pillows on the floor and curled up amongst them, looking nothing like who he was born to be...

[color=00a651] "Shahzade. We have to attend. We have been invited...Please...' [/color] The second figure let his hood fall back, revealing a handsome young man, small marks of sand and weariness upon his cheeks.

[color=ffce00] "No. No we don't. I don't want to...'[/color] The slender figure replied, his tone soft and weak but not stemming from fatigue. It was something deeper.

[color=00a651] "Shahzadi Rayna is said to be attending... I'm sure she would love to see her older brother..."[/color]

[color=ffce00] "Heh... I wonder if Father knows she is all the way here..." [/color]

[color=00a651] "Only one way to find out, Shahzade."[/color]

[color=ffce00] "Still I don't want to. Go for me. Tell her I died. I don't care. [/color]

[color=00a651] "Now we both know that simply would not work. Nor is it proper, Shahzade... [/color]

[color=ffce00] "Eh. Whatever. Father doesn't expect me to make a match and ascend the Sun Throne anyways. I'm always the failure. The Prince-That-Should-Not-Be. Heh..." [/color]

[color=00a651] "Wh-...? Ok. That's it. MUNIR IBN RAIF AL KADIR. [/color] The second figure said in a loud, stern and forceful voice. One that roused the man that is currently still on the floor. [color=00a651] "YOU GET YOURSELF TOGETHER DAMMIT. STOP SULKING. THIS ISN'T YOU. NO SON OF ALIDASHT IS ALLOWED TO SELF-DESTRUCT. WAKE THE FUCK UP. FORTIFY YOURSELF!" [/color]

The man previously curled up amongst pillows has now scrambled and sat up. In the process, the hood that covered his head had fallen, revealing another handsome man. His features spoke of a soft grace, with and edge behind it. Like an ornate dagger, one that is as pleasing on the eyes as it is deadly when used.

[color=00a651] "GET YOURSELF TOGETHER. I WILL ARRANGE FOR YOU TO MEET SHAHZADI RAYNA.... uhum. Excuse me. Before we have to attend the ball. Now. I will go have some clothing, fitting for a ball, made for you. Don't do anything else stupid in the mean time. [/color]

The man on the floor nodded sheepishly. The second figure offer a small smile and a deep bow before excusing himself...