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-Grand Ball Room-

After the...[i]inspiring[/i] conversation with his sister Ranya, Munir was forcibly cleaned up and physically restored to his former, more radiant self. His [url=https://imgur.com/a/7kyqmR4]outfit[/url] betrayed the turmoil that raged within. His retainer, Hakim, accompanied him in a similar outfit appropriate for the evening as well.

Seeing as he was one of, if not the, first to arrive, Munir took his time to look at the banquet set out for the attendees. He offered King Edin a small bow as common courtesy but did not linger to converse with the man. He returned his attention to the banquet, feasting on the food through his eyes only. He was not planning on staying for longer than he has to, to greet his family that had just arrived and perhaps offer his sister Ranya a dance, but no longer than that. An unnamed servant walked past him in the still relatively empty ballroom and offered champagne. Munir reached for a flute, drank it in one gulp to calm his nerves. Then, after placing the empty glass back on the servant's tray, he grabbed another flute to have the feeling of holding something in his hands as a distraction to how out of place he is feeling.

[color=00aeef] "Shahzade." [/color] Hakim said softly [color=00aeef] "You should eat something. They have some tastes of home, that I'm sure you miss...[/color] [color=ffce00] "Mmm.. Maybe later. Hakim, how does my outfit look? Is my veil in place?"[/color] [color=00aeef] "Yes, my prince. Things are looking fine. Your outfit is splendid. You look like a prince of Alidasht, that has adapted to local sensibilities.[/color] [color=ffce00] "You did well. I think I'll just be over here.. Out of the way. If they don't spot me first, tell me when my family start arriving, please."[/color] [color=00aeef] "Certainly, Shahzade."[/color]

Hakim wanted to shake the man. This was still not the Munir of old. The charming, socially adept, never-shying-away-from-attention, prince of Alidasht. But. This was good enough for now. Hakim was happy that Munir decided even to attend the event and leave his hovel.

Even if it was with some coercion from Shahzadi Ranya...