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It's late, a full moon basking in all of its glory above the city of Al-Khadir. A yawn can be heard, footsteps trudging against the palace ground floors, a man holding a pile of books within his right hand, a stack of paper within his left. He'd approach a door further within the palace halls, said halls of the palace being eerily silent as they have been for many moons now, only the hooting of owls echoing through them.
Knock, Knock, Knock - There laid no response. Knock, knock, knock. - Another moment of an echoing silence within the palace.
"Nahida?" He'd call out, his ear hovering besides the door. "Ana will be entering now, ai?" He'd call out once more, the silence this close to her room growing strange to him. With a hesitant grip of the handle, the door would slowly creek its way open. "Nahdia-" He'd freeze, cutting himself off in his own tracks. A mess. A pure mess. The only thing he saw once he opened the doors to her room, was nothing short of a crime scene, or what he thought to be one of at least. His heart sank, his mind running circles around him, his eyes would dart across the room. From her bed, the wardrobe, the desecrated desk stained with red wine. His eyes would widen, his heart pacing even faster than before.
"Oh, Kaf'hyr." - "Na'ai.. Na'ai... Da can't be." He'd push forwards, slamming the door wide open. He'd check the bed, ripping the covers straight from them. His face would compress, a sense of loss, confusion etching its way onto him. He'd run to the bathroom, the doors kicking open, though only a dripping tap is locked within his gaze. He'd turn, running towards the toppled wardrobe. With a crouch, a heave, and a ho, he'd lift it out of the way, just enough to see nothing resting beneath it.
Lost, stuck, hopeless, confused, guilty. He'd take deep breaths, stumbling himself towards her old work desk. His hand would solemnly lay upon it, a strange feel crossing his fingers. Through the drenched, wine stained papers laid one untouched. It was neatly placed below a calligraphy Ink holder. He'd turn his brows knitting close as his hand would move the holder aside. He'd pick up the paper, unfolding it from its labyrinth before squinting to read.
He'd pause, the note slowly moving into his jacket pocket as he turned towards an open window. The wind banging it against its own latches. He'd stumble backwards, from the desk, tripping himself over old, wrangled clothes, his eyes still locked onto the window. His fist would clench, his eyes swelling with red rage. His palms began to sweat as he came up from his knees, a long drawn out stare looking towards the frantic window, attempting to fight back against nature itself.
"Jut... could they." - "For a lone Sultana to walk this path alone" He'd step towards the window, closing it with the brush of his finger tips. He'd pause once more, his eyes turning towards the moon, practically taunting him. "Oh Pantheon..." - "Thir council..." He'd clench his fists once more, a solid punch slamming itself onto the window, shattering some of its panes, bloodying his knuckles. "Thir debek council." His breathing would grow rabid, his eyes flickering with pure rage. "Ana cannot... Ana will not allow erisu to continue al-dat useless ploys na'ai longer." He'd turn to her desk once more, a certain letter catching his eye through it's red stains and snarky remarks. One he's seen before, one he's given her. "Soon." - "Ana will fix all al-dat soon.. Ana will expose uar shield of lies."
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