Alwird w abn awa
Dec 28, 2018 1:18:29 GMT -5
Post by Kadarshi al Mahir on Dec 28, 2018 1:18:29 GMT -5
The world filled with wicked wicked men, he was one of them. Wicked and cruel as the blades he carried. A mask of cruelty that hid the kindness in him. Kadarshi bit back a chortle that stars and moons had blessed her. Blessed, yet cursed. Cursed with beauty that would bring calamity upon those who would gaze upon the rose seated before him. She who was blessed. Her beauty was that of starlight, bright and pristine. Fairest all the gems that walked in Maalik’s presence. Blessed were the mild and meek.
Weighted was the hand which rested on Amira’s leg, the tips caught against the fine silk that should have been riverock panels of clear light coiled about her golden skin. Balancing Amira was his mental excuse to himself. It was she who was balancing him in the brief moment as the jackal counted his breath and in pressing back the sharpness of his own tongue the jackal said nothing for some moments. What could he say as he was the messenger to deliver her into her fate. Deliver the desert rose to the lion of the desert. Kadarshi lifted his gaze to the empty sky above. Nothing but emptiness in the sky above him and the weight of human life before him. Nothing but his own badge of honor to deliver Amira.
Eyes forward and his jaw tight as Rashida was spoken of. Did she know? “She knows” he breathed. There was no use in lying, trying to ease the fear of the girl before him. That woman was a pest, she knew many things and saw them. “She has many spies in her service, she who rules the Harem from within, has Maalik’s favor. Do you understand? You no longer will play girlish games of smooth beads rolling into one another. Now you play a game of skill, wit and if you fail...it is not only you that pays but your family and those around you that you might come to care for.”
Whispering was the wind in his ears, the wind all that Kadarshi could hear as he strained his thought, racked his brain. Should she bring a gift to Rashida? Honor the wife of Maalik with a gift. He wanted to say yes, but part of him said there was no need to as her presence was required by Maalik and Rashida had no say, she was a woman. Women were only worth their weight in sons and glory. Finally after humming did he speak.
“A small gift, for what can you give to she who is the first wife of the lion. She has everything. A small gift, nothing that would seem that you are trying to slight her.” cautioning Amira. "What have you in mind to gift the mother of the lion's cubs?"