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[h1][color=D2691E]Farim[/color][/h1]
[color=D2691E][b]Location:[/b] Alidasht Guest House -> Danrose Castle[/color]
[color=D2691E][b]Time:[/b] 10th of Ignis[/color]

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The following days had been interesting for Farim. What seemed like a time to be making deals and pushing papers gave way to a far more romantic venture. One that brought him to an emotional depth he never truly seen before.

Almost every waking moment was spent by her. The platinum blonde princess with eyes of amber that stole his attention in the best ways. What few scant moments he gave himself were spent researching. What exactly happened to Callum Danrose? Who were these Witch Hunters? What is the fate of Roman Ravenwood, and how might any of these threads entangle him in the snare that slowly enveloped the city? 

Farim felt it time to prepare contingencies—for anything and everything. And so he did. Every retainer, mercenary, and loyalist he could payroll, he did. Nothing of value was yet found, but he felt that given enough time, the [i]Desert Rose may yet bloom[/i].

Any time spent not looking into the various dangers and mysteries that now roam the city was spent in the arms of someone he was beginning to confidently say he loved dearly. The poor woman had seen much loss, and he did his best to provide what safety, comfort, and pleasure he could. Because she was absolutely worth it.

Now came the night he had been ready for since that emotional evening on Annie’s balcony…The night of the Royal Starry Night Ball. And he had just the right [url=https://imgur.com/a/kzBQphP]outfit[/url] for the occasion.

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As the guests slowly paced their way, Farim seemed lucky enough to catch a lull in the masses. No major names had been shouted in quite a few minutes, so he made his move. His robes swung [i]perfectly[/i] above the gravel as he swaggered up to the front doors. Three men carrying a large item covered in cloth followed close behind.

[color=D2691E]”I come bearing a gift for His Majesty.”[/color] Farim flicked his head back towards the concealed item. His voice slid out of him like silk as he looked at each of the guards, who darted their own gazes between each other and the Shehzade.

“Shehzade, we must inform you that any-“

[color=D2691E]”Yes yes. You may inspect as you please. Just do not spoil the surprise~.”[/color] His hand had gone up in mild yet polite interjection. Farim turned back to see a few disgruntled nobles waiting patiently behind him. He gave them all a cheeky wiggle of his fingers in both greeting and gentle apology.

After the guards performed their hasty inspection. They nodded to the herald, and Farim began his entrance.

“Shehzade Farim Kadir of Alidasht!”

https://youtu.be/nih4x5hv89Q?si=wcmEf0nG8cgN3L7q
((Theme song is optional — only to truly envision the glory that is Farim))

Farim carried himself both radiantly and with just enough swagger to turn heads. Yet his politeness to each noble face juxtaposed his grandiose demeanor. He did not walk or act “above” anyone — for everyone here carried a reason to be acknowledged. This was especially important in a place like Sorian, where one wrong step would have someone down your throat about how they are far more important than you will ever be.

Farim shimmied his way through the crowd, the small entourage drawing some well warranted attention. The man stopped before King Edin with a generous bow, raising himself and clapping his hands twice as a signal for the item to be placed onto the floor with an audible THUD.

[color=D2691E]”Your Royal Excellency…”[/color] Farim paused. [color=D2691E]”I am sure recent events have stirred quite the word amongst the people. You have done well to quell the unrest. Still during all this you host a most generous public gathering for us. Your humble generosity knows no bounds.”[/color] All honeyed words meant to play on his ego. Even someone like King Edin would likely see it as much. But honey is still sweet, even if you know its there.

[color=D2691E]”I hope that during such trying times, a gift such as this will provide goodwill on behalf of myself and my country.”[/color] Farim flicked his hand towards the still panting retainers, who sprung to life to lift the cloth and reveal Farim’s [url=https://i.imgur.com/0Difc5S.png]gift[/url]. [color=D2691E]”I had some artisans craft it soon after our arrival. It is a symbol of the might of your rule and the opulence that so naturally clings to the name Danrose.”[/color] Farim gave a polite pause for whatever the King and his present sons may have to say, giving each of them a warm smile as he turned to acknowledge them.

[color=D2691E]”But I shall not take up much more of your time, Your Majesty. May the night treat you well, and thanks once again for being the glorious host that you are.”[/color] It was here that Farim took his leave, letting his entourage be guided to wherever the gemmed lion would rest. A nearby butler offered him a freshly squeezed juice of some intricate fruit he had not tried in a while. He took a sip and recognized it as the juice of a gooseberry and nodded thanks to the moving blur of silver and black, already off to help another high maintenance noble.

As he distanced himself, Farim took quick note of the siblings that had arrived. He would have to make sure to greet them as the night went on. But there was still one face he had not seen yet, and so he continued scanning the crowd and mingling as best he could, trying to hide the fact that he was very clearly here for a certain [i]someone[/i].

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