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[h1][color=6B8E23]Shehzadi Ranya al-Kadir[/color][/h1][/center]

[color=6B8E23][b]Time:[/b][/color] 6PM 
[color=6B8E23][b]Location:[/b][/color] Grand Ballroom
[color=6B8E23][b]Outfit:[/b][/color] [url=https://i.imgur.com/W4eoaDB.png]Ranya’s Outfit[/url]
[color=6B8E23][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] [@AuthenticTomb] Sylvia
[color=6B8E23][b]Mentions:[/b][/color] [@Infinite Cosmos] Munir [@Remram] Askel [@CitrusArms] Stratya

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Ranya’s laugh was a soft, melodic trill, the sound barely dampened by the gossamer silk of her veil. Sylvie’s energy was infectious, a bright, bubbling spring that felt like a gift after the suffocating stillness of the drawing room. [color=6B8E23]“Sylvie,”[/color] she repeated, the name tasting like sweet on her tongue. [color=6B8E23]“A sweet name for a savior of sweets. I think we shall get along famously.”[/color]

She accepted the white-chocolate drizzled pastry, her fingers nimble and careful. As she glanced past Sylvie to savor the bite, her eyes snagged on a familiar silhouette across the room and her breath hitched. There was Munir, his mask firmly in place, engaged in conversation with the very man who had occupied Ranya’s every thought since the night before. She had to quell the panic, so she focused on something else.

Camilla. The name Sylvia had offered suddenly clicked into place like a key in a lock. This was Askel’s sister. The realization brought a sudden, blooming warmth to her chest, followed quickly by a sharp, protective instinct. If this girl was anything like her brother, she was far too good for the shadows currently haunting this ballroom.

[color=6B8E23]“You are far too kind, Sylvie,”[/color] Ranya replied, her voice dipping into a playful, conspiratorial hum as she leaned in just an inch closer. The gold ornaments at her brow chimed a soft, secret tune. [color=6B8E23]“I suspect the lack of a crowd is simply a matter of nerves. I fear my family has left an impression on people that we Alidashti royals are dangerous and frightening. Then add my veil and I think it makes them even more cautious. But that's okay, I find it much more amusing to let them wonder from a distance.”[/color]

She slipped the pastry behind her veil and took a delicate bite, savoring the richness before tilting her head. Sylvie’s brows were waggling with such clear intent that Ranya couldn't help the mischievous spark that lit her green eyes.
[color=6B8E23]“As for someone in particular...”[/color] she trailed off, her voice trailing into a whisper of silk and mystery. [color=6B8E23]“Perhaps. There is always the hope that the stars have aligned for something interesting tonight, is there not?”[/color]

She didn't dare look back toward the Varian prince, though her skin practically hummed with the awareness of him standing there with her brother. Instead, she kept her focus on the bright, eager face of her new friend. [color=6B8E23]“But what of you, Sylvie? You are a vision tonight, as well. Are you quite sure you aren't also scanning the room for a hero to help you finish the tray? Or perhaps just someone who can dance as well as they can eat?”[/color]
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