[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: Kira - [@Potter], Askel - [@Remram]
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Color Code: [color=#FEF698]#FEF698[/color]
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Aslam raised his brow not with confusion but interest at Askel's answer to his burning question. There was a conviction in the prince's tone that he could see matched the severity of his eyes. A part of him was taken aback at how earnest the royal was being to him and Aslam felt a bit of the sharpness in his scrutiny of the man become blunted. The smile helped to cement his growing approval of the one Ranya had set her eyes on. There was no longer any doubt in his mind he was the same one she spoke of and to whom that coat belonged to. The more Askel spoke of Ranya, even though he never named her, was enough to make the stoic shehzade smile himself. However, Aslam had promised his dearest little sister that he would not confront her admirer directly, at least not yet.

He placed a hand on Askel's shoulder as he finished, giving a light shake of his head. [color=#FEF698]"Be at ease, my friend."[/color] His tone relaxed to be more warm. The impression Askel had left on him was strong and, despite his reservations, he believed what he spoke to be true. What he would leave unsaid is that should he ever betray or fall short of her expectations...there would be severe consequences. [color=#FEF698]"I have to admit I am envious that you have you have found someone you can speak of so profoundly. She must be a real treasure."[/color] At the final word, he gave Askel's a brief, firm squeeze while his smile grew and his eyes squinted before he let his grip go.

His attention was so focused on Askel's small speech about Ranya that he had let Kira's presence slip from his mind until her voice grabbed his attention. Aslam overlooked her mention of his sister to answer her question, glancing into his own gilded cup to compare the traces of rich red wine that was left with his memory of a certain princess's hair. His hand swirled the empty cup idly with wine that was no longer present. [color=#FEF698]"Red is a very fine color that pairs very well with gold."[/color] He hummed his indirect answer looking back up at his two conversation partners. [color=#FEF698]"Competition is no stranger to us, Prince Askel. What we truly desire must always be fought for."[/color] A tinge of bitterness seeped into his voice at the end.

Askel's concern brushed aside whatever melancholic memories were springing up as he looked over at Kira more closely. [color=#FEF698]"Is there something amiss? We could step outside if you need some fresh air?"[/color] He offered, a bit ashasmed he was too distracted with other thoughts to notice sooner. 
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