OfWindAndRain

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@Neno 1445@SouffleGirl123@alexfangtalon

Keep in mind that Niklas may be behind some of the assassinations.

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Fareeha Amari

Fareeha Amari of the Mamlakat Alssahra

_{" You must be the change you wish to see in the world."-Mohandas Gandhi}

Fareeha Isis Amari

Nickname:
Pharah (as she is known in the military; callsign),
Faree (pet nickname given by her mother)
Snake Queen, in some online communities

Birth date and age:
May, 12th.
20 years of age.

Sexuality:
Bisexual

In Depth Appearance:
Fareeha is, in some ways, an average woman of her people. She’s about 5’ 10”, which is slightly taller than most women, but not really remarkable. Her skin is the darker bronze also common among her people, with unremarkable night-black hair. However, her hair is cut down just a little past shoulder-length- a personal preference, which she pulls her Princess-y strings to keep- and her bangs wrapped in two golden spools that hang on either side of her face.

She generally wears a tank top or a t-shirt, a leather jacket, aviators, and a good pair of jeans and combat boots. While she has a military uniform, she rarely ever wears it. For formal or professional purposes, she wears more traditional garb, usually consisting of white robes, golden jewelry and accessories, and some sashes and a headdress.

She bears hardworking roughed-up hands, well-scarred shoulders, arms, and legs from sword practice, training, snakebites, and some encounters with wilder animals, as well from bushes and such. Her eyes stare sharply out from blue-green gold-flecked irises, with a perpetual expression of seriousness, with only a slight hint of mischievous foxiness.

Personality:

• Integrity • Duty • Confidence •

Fareeha Amari is, to say the least, a very confident person. Amari is a proud, confident, dedicated woman who knows what she wants, what she’s burdened with, and what she needs. She’ll do what she needs to do, and will do it well.

More than that- she has decently thick skin, but when it comes to insults or disrespect to her people, or something else that’s her responsibility- not her friends or family, for example, unless she has a pet or somesuch- then she gets angry. And Fareeha Amari is rather hard-headed, and will not let anything go. Any slight will be noticed, but ones against her responsibilities are ones worth her time.

She knows what needs to be done- and thus, she has trained in a great many fields, and continues training in almost all of them. She knows politics, combat, command, diplomacy, history, her religion, global culture, and otherwise. She continues studying these things- even in her time at Aciras- to better herself in the future.

In addition- she’s competitive. She wants to be the top dog, and she’ll try very hard to make sure that she’s right on up there. She’s got ambitions to be one of the bigger, better Queens of the world, one that could take down a man or nation alike- or patch them up and get them going again. She’ll almost never refuse a challenge.

Fareeha is also very loyal- but in a strange sort of way. While she will most certainly follow her friends, and back them up should they ask for it, she won’t leap to her friends’ defense if they’re insulted in her hearing, expecting that any of her friends can defend themselves, without needing her intervention at all times. Moreso, if she’s legitimately busy, she will likely finish whatever it is she’s doing, rather than leap to a friend’s aid. Her loyalty is solid, but Fareeha comes first, and she expects her friends to be as independent as herself.

More than this, she enjoys having a bit of fun every now and then. While she spends most of her time ‘working’, in some form or another, she does occasionally spend time doing whatever she feels like- searching for pretties to buy, teasing fans or random passerby, swimming, riding one of the royal family’s many horses, or playing with her little habyeeb (her loved ones)- the family’s vast collection of animals. These range from their snakes, which they have the most prominent collection in the world, and to which the Royal Family regularly inject themselves with the venom from them (diluted doses of it builds up their immunity such neurotoxins, as well as their immune system as a whole, making sickness virtually nonexistent among them), to hyenas, lions, elephants, and more.

There is only one time she is truly smiling, however- in the middle of a massive rainstorm, common to the more tropical sliver of coast in her home nation.

Likes:

• A challenge!
• Her habyeeb (translates from Arabic to ‘her loved ones’), which consists of her two favorite pets- a king cobra and a hyena.
• Thunderstorms and lightning; rain
• Horses, and other animals in general, such as hyenas or elephants
• Being a top dog/ better than others
• Respectable people
• Pretty things (she is a liiiittle vain)
• Her people, her nation, and her family
• Snakes, she really likes snakes (her pet is an unusually docile king cobra, which she has a venom resistance to anyhow)

Dislikes:

• Llamas. They’re an exception- they always spit at her, the vile beasts.
• Insubordination, treason, dishonesty, disrespect, or otherwise something BAD without a damn good reason.
• Sandstorms. She’s been through more than a couple, and she absolutely hates them.
• People who think they’re better than her- regardless of whether or not they are (besides people like her parents, or a commanding officer, or the sort)
• Being ignored, passed over, or otherwise dismissed from one’s attention.

Fears:

• Lack of control.
• Not being forgotten, but being ignored and dismissed from relevance.
• Reliance on someone else, whoever it may be.

Biography:
Fareeha Amari began her life as a wild card, a force of nature. Even as a toddler, she was running every which way, giving her parents a real workout just to keep up with her! Eventually, they reluctantly gave up on trying to be the only parenting and mentoring figures in her life, and brought in one of Empress Ana Amari’s former collegues- an ex-special forces desert guide, who made his way through life by giving tours of the dangerous land to foreigners or scholars.

This ended when Fareeha was 10 years old. For years, Fareeha had been running off to the wilderness around the city to explore the hilly, hard desert, which had plenty of rocks, small caves, and otherwise to investigate. However, while going out farther than they normally do, her guide was bitten- by a king cobra. Shortly afterwards, in an attempt to ward off the snake and try to save her dying friend and guide, she was bitten as well.

It took four hours for the search parties to find the bewildered, injured Fareeha- who, despite being bitten, had only mild pain, but was smart enough to know that running around trying to get home or to try and save her guide would mean the venom traveling through her system faster, before it could react- and her very much dead guide. Due to the diluted venom doses that the royalty injected themselves with at least once a week for their entire lives, Fareeha had an immune system that far surpassed a healthy adult- such as her guide.

After this, her parents took a much more involved role in her life, making sure that she was trained in a great many things- including basic survival in both the jungle and the desert. Shortly afterwards, Fareeha began involving herself with the exotic animal keepers in the palace; there, she began to interact with animals of all shapes, sizes, and kinds. It was here that she officially adopted her pet snake and hyena- a ball python, and a pure black hyena cub.

Using these two animals as her greatest friends- despite a snake killing a friend and sort-of father to her only a year or so earlier- she grew past it and barreled on, studying harder and training faster, getting to know her pets and her people in equal measures. When she was fourteen, she was admitted to Mamlakat Alssahra’s special training division, which was designed to accept 14 and 15 year olds and instill them with military mindsets and training by the time they turned 16 or 17. A year later from graduating from this special school, after intense schoolwork, Fareeha turned 18 and entered Mamlakat’s only university. Graduating at the top of her class in Political Science at age 20, she went on to officially enter the special forces training school- which she had been sort-of attending throughout her school years, in the few times she wasn’t bogged down with work.

Fareeha was on the verge of graduating from Level 2 to Level 3 (to become one of their special forces, one must achieve Level 5 Military Proficiency) after just a year when she was informed that she was needed to take a more active role in her family- and marry someone else.

So it was with great reluctance that, a month later, she shipped off to Aciras to turn her hard work to something more political. It hadn’t really occurred to her until then that she was the only child of a wealthy nation- and therefore, destined to inherit it.

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The Kingdom of the Desert- Mamlakat Alssahra

Kingdom: Mamlakat Alssahra- “Kingdom of the Desert” in Arabic
Kingdom Royal Family:

--- Emperor Abasi Abdel Nasser
--- Empress Ana Amari Nasser
-- Princess Fareeha Isis Amari
- Royal Pet Rwh Hadia, or Hadi. 3-foot long ball python whose name translates to “Calm Spirit”.
- Royal Pet Farih Mushmis, or Farih. A nearly all-black adult hyena whose name translates to “Sunny Joy.”
(Both of these pets were brought with her)

Kingdom colors: White, gold, red. Their flag is a golden Eye of Horus on a background that has the upper half white, the lower half red. The Eye of Horus symbolizes their people, their gods, and their power, while the red symbolizes blood, and therefore, the sacrifice, and white symbolizes peace, and their isolation in that peace.

Due to a tradition between parents and firstborn, they allowed Fareeha to choose her last name: either Abasi’s , her father, last name, or Ana’s, her mother, last name. Thus, she became Fareeha Nasser Amari, siding with her mother’s lineage, which was less scholarly and more military when compared to her father’s side.

Mamkakat Alssahra is a unique empire slash kingdom- it’s one of the oldest civilizations in the world, and the last one that still stands. Its capital city- about twenty miles inland from the coast, and therefore ringed by desert- is ringed by the Thirteen Great Pyramids, which are, based on their culture, a sign of great luck, due to the number thirteen being their lucky number. These Pyramids are also either museums- three of them are- or facilities for various functions. Two of the Pyramids have been renovated to house military facilities; four more are for various research and development laboratories. Two more are manufacturing facilities, and the last has been built into and around to become their palace, and has been so for hundreds of years.

Their lands extend all across their lonely continent- indeed, they’re more of an Australia sitting smack-dab in the middle of the largest ocean, right on the equator. Only the coasts are really habitable; deeper in the record-breaking heat of the desert are only research outposts or advanced facilities of various functions. In addition, their coasts are the only places with an actual amount of foliage or fauna- the first dozen or so miles next to the sea are covered in a more tropical biome, which suddenly and immediately gives way to desert farther inland. The entire island is, also, volcanic- most of it doesn’t bear any resemblance, but at the very heart of the island is a single mountain- a volcano- that the entire island came from thousands of years before. It isn’t active, but there are still enough geothermal readings to make some people uneasy.

What they’re known for:
Fortunately for this pseudo-Egypt/Saudi-Arabian country, they’re also the largest source of oil and natural gas in the known world, even if the cost of importing it to buying counties has somewhat offset this profit.

In addition to this, Mamkakat Alssahra hosts the most advanced and elite military in the world, even if it’s about as large as a country’s military half their population. This is, in part, because they focus on research for a great many fields, concerning military, petroleum, aeronautics, and nautic technology. Their special forces and anti-terrorist organizations are the best in the world, and many other nations hire/borrow them out to train their own men, provide extra security at important events, or to simply inspect their systems for any possible exploitable loopholes. Their aircraft are some of the fastest and most capable, and they are the most efficient at refining and shipping the oil they pump up.

They’re also known for having a host of very dangerous species- mainly reptiles- that normally kill a man with a single bite. Hence why it’s so important for the royal family to be immune to such things- it’d be easier to let loose a couple of these rather common fatal reptiles loose in their palace, and let them kill people as they come and go. Besides very dangerous species, there are also a great host of exotic species, some of which can only be found in the jungles or desert of this island.

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@SouffleGirl123
o.o
i is stupid

I'll get right on that

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On a completely unreleated note:

anyone wanna update their relations sheets to include Fareeha?

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Thinking of adding stuff to the Castle of Aciras. Ex. In-ground pools, tenis courts and shit, stables and a game room. Would a game room even be appropriate?

@HaleyTheRandom

YAAS
Also, is could it be that Mamlakat Alssahra called ahead and funded the construction of a set of pens, both for the free roaming of horses and for the more secure holding of Fareeha's hyena?

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Mkay, so I posted my third post with a female main, with my second female character.

I spent a lot of time and effort on this one, and i really hope it's a good one.

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Fareeha Amari of Mamlakat Alssahra

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Fareeha’s hair is ALWAYS styled as shown in this image, just shoulder-length.

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Fareeha Amari was not amused.

She was trying her very best to stare down her mother, Ana Amari, who was doing her very best to stare her down.

They had been as such for the past ten minutes, in one of the many staring contests that they’ve had since she’s spent more time home than at university or in the military. Fareeha didn’t much like being reigned in by her mother. Her father didn’t seem to care too terribly much- he just enjoyed having her around.

”Fareeha, do not argue with me on this. You are wearing this tomorrow, period, end of story. You must appear the part of a true heir to Mamlakat Alssahra- not just another princess.”

”…No. I am wearing what I picked out. You even said that I could pick out my own wardrobe, mother!”

”Do not call me mother, Fareeha, it makes me sound old.”

”You are old, mother. You’re fifty two. And I am not wearing that- I am wearing my wardrobe. Like you said I could.”

Her mother waved it aside, and frowned at Fareeha’s donning of her sunglasses.

”I’m still twenty eight, and I haven’t aged once in the past twenty four years. And yes, I said that- but you’re wearing this on the first day. Mother’s orders, father’s orders. We both agreed that it’d be the best first impression representation.”

Fareeha huffed, crossing her arms. She picked out a beautiful dress and everything, something that should’ve satisfied both her parents and her own self. She was her own person- why couldn’t she make all her own decisions?

She pointedly ignored the whisper in her head, which pointed out that she had been doing that since she was five.

She turned away, showing her back to her mother, and reluctantly gave in.

”Fine, mother. You win. I’ll wear it, but after that, it’s my own wardrobe. You’re on a suggestion-only basis after that.” Fareeha knew that if her mother really wanted it, there wasn’t much she could do to stop her. Either way, she was going to try to make a stand.

All she received in return was a light, rich laugh. ”I know, my beautiful daisy. Pack up, now, you have a long trip ahead of you.”

As her mother left her room, she thought she heard her laugh again, as she walked farther away, and a whisper-

”Mother knows best.”

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Fareeha Amari disliked the Mamlakat Alssahra Embassy, in Aciras. It wasn’t that it was ugly, or uncomfortable- it really wasn’t- but rather the lack of vigor in all the people working there. There really wasn’t much to do, after all, besides the usual paperwork and such. Field agents were, as she knew, constantly gathering information that had to be sorted and analyzed, but they were searching for underground activity, by any major player- namely terrorists.

It was all in a day’s work, and Fareeha was the only interesting thing to happen to the Ambassador and his staff for over a year.

So it was natural that he tried his best to try and get to know her, after a seven hour flight and two hours of packing before that.

But Fareeha knew the ins and outs of diplomacy, and politely declined his invitations for dinner, or tea, or coffee, or conversation- repeatedly. And then she went through the same process with the younger, bolder aides and agents that were stationed at the embassy, who thought that they had a chance with her.

Fareeha was exhausted, and wanted desperately to punch the most insolent of the young agents- even if he was three years older than her. At least she told him off, for being so disrespectful and crude. But no, she couldn’t punch them; that would cause an incident that would blemish her reputation.

Her reputation.

Her reputation is exactly what she wanted it to be- punching someone wouldn’t hurt it, it’d reinforce it. But she guessed it’d tear the young agent’s reputation apart, and so it was… sort of okay.

She rubbed her face. It had been a long day. She’d much rather run four miles than sit on a plane for nearly twice as many hours.

Tomorrow.

That was what really mattered here, but she didn’t care very much. She didn’t really need to be here- she could find a perfectly suitable partner back at the homeland, but nope! She needed to come here, and get shackled down to some bumbling fool from a foreign nation to split their power and waste both of their lives.

But it needed to be done. So she’d do it. They were only prominent because eccentric people- who seemed to make up the majority of the wealthy people in this world- love exotic pets, and because they are the largest producers of refined oil, in its various forms, rather than any political, military, or cultural significance. Her parents thought it was time to change that- by marrying her off to someone else, and then working out whatever awkward and weird situation that follows. What if she married another only child- they’d both have to run their nations, and they’d be married. Which country would they live in? How would they balance things out? Ra preserve her husband if he decided to take on ‘the responsibility’ of leading both of their nations- that’ll never happen with her still breathing.

But it might not matter, and even though she wouldn’t admit it to herself, it scared her.

So she’ll just have to avoid getting married. Come home, explain that everyone else was already interested in someone else, and then try and find someone normal to marry before the next royal convergence begins. Or just bury herself in the military- that would be nicer.

Such a thing was not an option, though. She was a princess, she needed to be royal and all.

She fell back in the embassy’s royal suite’s grand bed, and closed her eyes, sprawled all across the neutral western bedspread. Tomorrow was a new day, and she could make it better. Unfortunately, that would be a real piece of work. She preferred simple soldiers or professors and students over the politics and hierarchy abundant in the palace for a reason- it was easier, and punching someone that was your equal was rather satisfying.

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She didn’t like the dress because her mother made her wear it, not because it wasn’t beautiful. She, personally, loved the hell out of the dresses that were good and traditional back home- they were simpler, they had some shiny stuff around the neck, and then they would wear some more shiny stuff around their neck! It was simple, and it wouldn’t make her trip (she was never good with the dresses that had tons of fabric), and yet it was elegant and complex enough to be beautiful and unique.

But her mother made her wear it, and she wanted to wear her dress. So that was off-putting.

She was currently in her armored limousine, with an entourage of two armored cars and four Aciras motorcycle police officers, two in the front, two in the back, leading the way and clearing the highways. One armored car in front of the limo, one armored car behind. Both of them appeared to be just normal, stereotypically black FBI-ish SUVs, but they were strong enough to take a 25mm high-velocity round to the rear or front and keep going- and the limo was slightly more reinforced, based on the six inches between the exterior and the interior of the car.

It was… not even twenty minutes past the door-opening at the palace. That wasn’t too late, was it? She had left half an hour before, and the embassy was far enough away, and the traffic was so heavy at this hour in the morning, that even a bit of a headstart was slowed down and became nil.

Nonetheless, they soon arrived! Fareeha was busy trying to take a nap when her escort- a man she respected greatly, for he had been her main ‘special combat’ instructor back at home, when she was training to be in the Defense Force- nudged her awake. She respected the man greatly, and would jump into a pit of boiling lava if he said it was the best thing to do, but this was sort-of her show, now, and therefore, she wasn’t going to stand at attention at all times in his presence.

He was mildly amused, of course.

Nonetheless, Fareeha straightened her white, golden-accented dress, which opened up on the back rather attractively, and brushed her slightly-messed straightened hair behind her shoulders, making sure her lapis necklace was righted and in plain sight. With that, she gave the head of her favorite little snake, her ball python Hadi. “Calm Spirit” the snake was wrapped warmly and comfortably around her right wrist, her offhand side, his little head pointed towards her, his two-foot-long body secure. It hadn’t occurred to her, despite reading about everyone, that Niklas König was absolutely terrified of snakes.

Having finished her little bit of refreshment, she exited the limo, just as it came to a stop at the end of the walkway leading up to the Aciras palace. Like she had the day before when she arrived, she found it to be almost chilly, so different it was from the normally 95-degree-plus heat that ruled the year back home. The Aciras police had pulled off as they entered the gates of the palace, and so it was only the two armored cars that flanked her limo.

Out from one of them came an animal keeper- one that was wearing a very thick raptor glove. The man with the glove- in the desert-mottled-tan of the Mamlakat Alssahra’s Defense Force, like almost everyone else- held a moderately-sized wedge-tailed eagle on his left-hand glove. With his right, he had another glove- one the right size for Fareeha. As he approached, he handed Fareeha here glove, which she dutifully slid onto her left hand as well.

Even though the eagle eyed Hadi curiously, with more than innocent interest, she didn’t make any move to bite the reptile, knowing her place and knowing what is and isn’t food. It instead looked to the sky, as she carefully stepped from the man’s glove to Fareeha’s, prompted by a whispered order.

Fareeha now properly geared, with large raptor glove on her left, Hadi the royal python on her right, dress and necklace at the ready, and soft white slippers on her feet (she hated high heels, both because of her balance issues with them on, and because she couldn’t possibly fight with them on), and shoulder-neck-upper-arm scars displayed proudly to the air, she checked one last thing- a quick glance at the black, unyielding, reflective surface of the limo told her that her Eye of Horus tattoo was perfectly fine, sitting there on the left side of her face, right under her eye. Perfect. Fareeha began the walk up to her hosts- the King and Queen of Aciras, with their daughter, the beautiful Princess Raven, and their ally and friend, Prince Niklas König.

Niklas watched with interested, Mai and Liviana disappearing behind him (this goes on the basis that the Niklas-Mai interaction has already finished, as well as Liv’s greeting). Good.

Having finally approached the four royals, she inclined her head slightly as she stiffened in place, and bowed from the waist to a precise 45 degree angle. Normally, girls courtesy, but soldiers bow- and so she bowed. With that, she began speaking, rich and vibrant.

”Greetings, Leaders of Aciras, King Alexander, and Queen Lilliana. It is my honor and pleasure to finally meet the two of you in person. Princess Raven, you as well! A pleasure to be of acquaintance to such a lady. And Prince Niklas Konig, an honor to finally meet you as well! I look forward to sparring with you someday.”

Fareeha, throughout it all, had a mildly pleased smile on her face, almost delicate in its gentle curve, but with a certain firmness that suggested that everything she did and said was deliberate- that she said it as she meant it, and she moved like she meant it.

And so it was with that she brought her left hand forward, barking at low volume, command-style, ”Takun muaththiratan!”

At the command, the wedge-tailed eagle, who had been eyeing the royal family warily and curiously, raised both of her wings and stretched them out, in an almost luxurious fashion. At the same moment, she extended her neck and preened, her eyes closing slightly from basking in the sun.

As the hawk settled again, Fareeha continued- ”A gift to His and Her Majesty, from Almakat Alssahra, my homeland, the Kingdom of the Desert. I hope that this fine desert hawk would be be sufficient gift for the leaders of such a beautiful land.”

Her smile widened, slightly, and a little more warmth seeped into it, just a little bit more than previously. She loved her animals, and this one she had raised from birth.

”For the duration of my stay, one of my escorts will help train one of your people in the ins and outs of taking care of this beautiful raptor- who is unnamed, and was specially bred as a gift to your people.” That wasn’t entirely true, but the hawk was better suited to this environment than the other animals she had at home.

”Thank you for welcoming into your home. Tasahhibuk alssalama- peace be with you, King Alexander, Queen Lilliana.”

And with that, she passed on hawk and glove to her escort, and passed on into the inner palace.

She prided herself on noticing all sorts of details- like how both Princess Raven and Prince Niklas eyed Hadi with dread and fear.

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She swept into the great hall behind Princess Mai of Liang and Princess Liviana of Lusitania like a step backward into the past. If that made any sense.

Nonetheless, she looked over the great hall with her chin raised, confidence radiating from her. If one didn’t know better, you’d think she owned the place. Her step didn’t even falter as she started curving slightly...

...for the food table. It took less than fifteen seconds to stride right up to it, and pop a random sweet in her mouth. She momentarily ignored the green-clad redhead Cara and her boyfriend (seriously, how was that super subtle hip-bump a sign of anything but boyfriend-girlfriend-to-be? Fareeha knew their history) while her eyes widened in surprise at how sweet it was. They had sweets back at home, but this was sweet. And it was so good.

She stuffed a half dozen into her mouth immediately afterwards.

It took her several moments to compose herself from trying so many of the same thing at once, but once she regained her posture, she turned around, and looked around for someone to talk to. There were so many royals, and so little time…

But there was Ariel, standing alone and looking around like Fareeha was.

Mentally shrugging, she marched right up to Ariel, and stood with her hands on her hips, Hadi flickering his tongue in mild annoyance at the sudden movement.

”So you’re Princess Serafina Gray. Mind if I call you Ariel? I’m ‘Princess’ Fareeha Amari, but do just call me Fareeha.”

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@HaleyTheRandom


Thank ya anyhow.

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@NarcissisticPotato
Thas no reason to hate Pharah
THAS NOT GUD 'NUF

Genji is way friggin worse anyhow >.>

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Niklas Casimier König of Königreich der Welten, of the Bundeswehr Welt Armee

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Niklas greeted people as they came and went, easily, warmly, genuinely, always quick to give a compliment and a quick half-bow.

Then Mai walked up, that... other one flanking her.

He knew what Mai looked like; indeed, he had heard of her a couple times over the years, and he had studied her profile extensively due to her betrothal status. But seeing her in person, especially with the way she was dressed... she was gorgeous, to be frank. All the women here were superb, beautiful, intriguing, but there was a grace and fluidity to Mai that surpassed them all on a totally different playing field.

He nonetheless gave a deep bow when she stopped before him, and taking the proffered sword.

Hells, this was nothing like he'd practiced with- this was a very real, and very different, sword, and it was no one's but his own. It touched him, slightly, to know that this was the first thing that wasn't his own earning, or his family's wealth, but rather a gift from... a person. A very real person, who might be a friend and likely would later be his wife. That's an odd thought.

Nonetheless, he took the sword with near-reverent hands. He didn't dare draw it, not in the presence of so much royalty, and definitely not in the presence of the King and Queen of Aciras- no matter how friendly he was to them, it'd be a major breach in safety to draw a weapon in their presence without their explicit permission.

Quickly, though, he took the sword in his right hand and took hold of Mai's retreating hand with his left.

"My apologies, mi'lady Mei Mai. Allow me to formally introduce myself, even if you already know me- I am Prince Niklas König of Königreich der Welten, and I, as a good man, prince, and soldier, bear the unforgivable burden of having no gift in return to my betrothed. So, I can presently offer you nothing more than my genuine thanks and gratitude, and a token of such."

With that, he leaned down, bringing her hand to his lips, gently kissing the back of her hand, before releasing her.

Straightening, he continued- "No matter what may happen in this great collision of royalties, you have my gratitude, respect, and companionship, should you ever require it. And, more than that, I look forward to getting to know you."

He smiled, then, a warm, sunny thing.

Maybe all this wouldn't be as much of a drag, after all.

With that conversation done, Mai went on inside, as he stood there, waiting to greet more people. He had some fluttery feeling, now, and he ruthlessly forced it down. He was just doing what was proper, what was just right and polite. It wouldn't be right to receive a gift and give nothing back.

He still couldn't help but stare a tiny bit at Mai, as she retreated inside, but Kuhn's rumbling chuckle reminded him of his place, once more.

"That was smooth, Prince. I don't think anything we could've advised you would've been able to top that."

He silently vocalized back, I hope no one else gives me anything.