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-Grand Ball Room-
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-Interaction:[@AuthenticTomb] Aslam [@Lava Alckon] Farim
-Mentions: The commotion by King Edin [@HylianRose] Nora

Munir listened in silence as Farim spoke. For once, the prince did not immediately answer with some clever remark or scandalous anecdote. Instead, he watched the cluster around the dais begin to disperse under the king's threat, his blue drink turning slowly between his fingers. The laughter had drained from that corner of the ballroom.The king had won the moment, perhaps. But only because everyone else had chosen not to lose it.

His gaze lingered there for another second before he finally exhaled through his nose.

[color=ffce00]"Sting?"[/color] he repeated quietly. A faint smile tugged at one corner of his mouth. [color=ffce00]"That would require me to be wounded, cousin."[/color] The answer came easily enough, but there was less confidence in it than usual. Taking another sip, Munir Continued, [color=ffce00]"Disappointed, perhaps."[/color] Munir's eyes drifted through the crowd again, finding familiar faces among the sea of nobles and courtiers. The ballroom was slowly returning to life, conversations cautiously restarting as musicians and servants alike pretended nothing remarkable had happened. His gaze drifted through the crowd again, searching more out of habit than intention.

And there she was. Nora. She now stood beside a man Munir did not recognize, their conversation carrying an ease that suggested familiarity.

Interesting.

Without consciously deciding to, he shifted his position slightly. The movement was subtle enough to appear entirely natural, placing himself between his companions and the lingering tension surrounding the dais while granting himself a clearer view of the ballroom beyond.

Then his attention returned to Farim.

[color=ffce00]"As for the story..."[/color] he rolled the glass lightly between his palms. [color=ffce00]"You know how these things go. You meet someone unexpectedly. They occupy more of your thoughts than they have any right to. Then you spend several days convincing yourself you remain a rational man."[/color] Munir paused, taking a sip from his drink. [color=ffce00]"I am beginning to suspect that last part may be the difficult one."[/color] For the first time all evening, the grin that followed was genuine. [color=ffce00]"And before either of you become insufferable about this revelation, allow me to assure you that I have no intention of discussing it further."[/color] He raised his glass toward Farim and his brother. [color=ffce00]"At least not until I've had another drink."[/color] Then, as though determined to drag the conversation away from kings, scandals, and dangerous subjects alike, Munir gestured toward the dance floor. [color=ffce00]"Now. Tell me something useful. Are we truly going to spend an entire royal ball standing around talking, or have the two of you forgotten how to enjoy yourselves?"[/color]