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[h1][color=D2691E]Farim[/color][/h1]
[color=D2691E][b]Location:[/b] Danrose Castle[/color]
[color=D2691E][b]Time:[/b] 10th of Ignis[/color]
[color=D2691E][b]Mentions:[/b] Fareed [@Redking0380], Magnus [@Remram], and Anastasia [@princess] [/color]

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Once she was there, all his attention snapped to a single spot. A gorgeous flowing gown of pink, iridescent jewelry that rivaled his own, yet she wore it so much better than him. Her hesitant grab onto his sleeve was met with an equally gentle brush of a hand beneath the arm that clung to him.

[color=D2691E]”And you are so deservedly beautiful. The only thing unfair is how much more lucky I am to have you here tonight rather than…there.”[/color] He had half a mind to crack a crude joke about where she could “sit”, but then he cast a somber gaze over to the seats that served as proxies of thrones for the Danroses. He blinked a few times, thoughts wandering to how the family must be taking recent events. Least of all her. It was written plain as day on her face.

Once Anastasia leaned in, her voice a mere whisper on his ears, his heart both soared and sunk. He was overjoyed to be the pillar of her joy and security in such a dark time — but the fact she even needed one made his chest heavy. Farim sported a smile, lifted her chin with the tip of his arched finger, and brought their lips together. The kiss was only a fraction of a moment, barely noticeable to others, but to him it was stretched over several moments.

[color=D2691E]”I am here for you, my dear. All those bad thoughts can take the back seat for now okay?”[/color] His eyes briefly scanned the floor, seeing some familiar faces, and some of his family he had yet to become acquainted with since their arrival. He smirked seeing Fareed talking to a mountain of a man that he had not yet met. Perhaps all three nations had a second wave of bachelors and bachelorettes to bring into the mix.

Farim gestured towards the pair, and began guiding her to their new destination. [color=D2691E]”Perhaps meeting some of my family can make you feel more included! My cousin Fareed is there talking to…a giant it would seem. What on earth did they feed him?”[/color] As the two began walking, he did his best to glide the lair through the bodies mingling along the ballroom floor. Their movements were subtle, as if trying to be hidden from prying eyes as they walked the floor. Shortly before arriving, Farim whispered into Anastasia’s ear. [color=D2691E]”If you want us to move along, just tug on my sleeve. Or just ask me to dance, whatever your heart desires.”[/color] He chuckled before they came in close proximity to the pair.

Farim extended his arm out wide in a show of excitement, which moved to a handshake gesture aimed at Fareed [color=D2691E]”Fareed! It is good to be seeing you cousin! What brings you all the way here from home, eh?”[/color] He looked over to Magnus, and smiled big before bowing. [color=D2691E]”I hope I am not interrupting.”[/color] Stepping back, Farim took the moment to continue introductions.

[color=D2691E]”Anastasia, this is my cousin Fareed. Fareed, this is my date to this lovely occasion; Anastasia. And you, my good sir.”[/color] He pointed at Magnus with his palm towards the sky. [color=D2691E]”What names or titles do you go by?”[/color]

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