[color=lightgray][center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/251125/f2a7b0c4036c99e02915b173a2d47a53.png[/img][/center]Time: Evening
Location: Grand Ballroom
Attire: [url=https://i.pinimg.com/236x/29/dd/5c/29dd5c69e77b33dcc5ceafaabfdd026b.jpg]Aslam's Outfit[/url]
Interactions: Amira - [@Chrys], Kira - [@Chrys]
Mentions: Ranya - [@Tae]
Color Code: [color=#FEF698]#FEF698[/color]
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It was only thanks to many years of practice that he was able to avoid glaring at his uncle as he entered alongside his sister Ranya. Nothing perturbed him more than the pair entering together. A man he would climb to his father's throne if only to at last scatter his uncle's remains across the dunes, feed for the vultures that loomed above. The unpleasant thoughts that resurfaced to the front of his mind was nearly enough to blind him to the radiance that was his dear sister's entrance.

The scowl that had threatened to make itself known shifted quickly into a proud smile at the effect her presence had on the ball. There was no doubt in his mind that their mother would be extremely proud of the last of her children. He would speak to her later this evening to convey such, but he knew that his lingering presence would only harm her fun tonight. Aslam would simply keep a close eye on her. After all, there was a certain princeling he needed to flush out. 

Aslam brought his hand and stroked the non-existent beard as he purposefully mimicking the habit of his father and let out a soft hum at her assessment. His eyes looked around at the many royals, nobles, and esteemed guests that flooded the grand hall. [color=#FEF698]"I am afraid that would be casting a very narrow net, my dear cousin."[/color] He let his hand dropped and broke up his speech with a sip from his chalice. [color=#FEF698]"The one who you are waiting for might just as well be waiting for you in turn.[/color] Aslam shifted a little to be directly in front of her and lightly tapped  her shoulder and then her forehead [color=#FEF698]If this agrees with what is in here...then all that is left is to see where it goes."[/color] Aslam nodded at his own advice. He had followed his heart without thinking once and it had just left it broken.

A familiar, sweet voice wedged itself into their conversation and he turned to stand side by side with Amira as his cousin returned Kira's bow and greeting. Aslam himself simply placed a hand on his head and did a short bow of his head. Troublesome as it was he could not offer anything more in such a public venue as he officially here as a prince of Alisdaht. [color=#FEF698]"I am greatly pleased to see you here, Lady Kira, and that you have decided to grace us with your company."[/color] A small grin tugged at his lips following his overly formal statement.

Aslam shook his head at Amira's attempt to backtrack, rolling what was left in his cup slowly. His eyes shifted to Kira. [color=#FEF698]"No, that was well said, cousin. I do not think I could dream up a dress that fits you more suitably."[/color] Aslam stately smoothly and hid the smile that grew by lifting his chalice to his lips and drinking what was left.[/color]