|
"I can do it" Sarah nodded, "I'm sure we can pull some sort of dirt up on this guy. No one is ever clean."
|
”I hope so.” Asima muttered, before glancing back. “I guess we’ve been out here long enough, hm? It’s an awfully boring party…I hate these stuffy things.” The princess began making her way back. |
(Actually Hemsjik's parties are fairly crazy shindigs involving a fair amount of wine and getting drunk XD)
|
(Asima can’t drink right now, cause of the spying shit, and nothing interesting has happened in it so far…You want me to edit?) |
(Do as you like, I'm just letting you know it's not exactly stuffy XD I'm also kind of tired and not feeling particularly descriptive. Nor have I much experience with how parties get with drunkards x.x so um... help?)
|
(Gotcha.) When Asima arrived back at the party, she glanced about, doing a double take…Had she come into the wrong room? Clearly, in the time she’d been gone, the various patrons had had more than their fair share of alcohol. In the corner, much to Asima’s dismay, there was a couple, exposed to all the world. In the middle of the room, tripping over cushions, were two yelling men, attempting a song. Another was trying to tell a story. The princess moved around the transformed, loud room, attempting to locate the prince. Surely, he wouldn’t indulge in too much alcohol. |
Indeed Hemsjik at least kept his alcohol intake to a minimum, he seemed a little disappointed to notice that Asima wasn't particularly enjoying herself and proceeded to separate himself from the crowds to join her alone, "Is there something the matter? I thought you might enjoy one of my parties"
|
”I am.” Asima lied. “I think you did wonderful…I just didn’t realize so many people would get drunk. It has been a rather long day, with the traveling, and your wonderful tours. I’m just afraid tonight my tolerance for…” The princess threw a pointed glance to the two men attempting a ballad of some kind, “Fools. But, you did wonderfully. And it was lovely talking to everyone.” |
Hemsjik seemed a little disappointed but he nodded his understand, "Would you like me to escort you back to your room?" he asked, "I would be glad ensure that your accommodations are to your liking, personally."
|
”That’s kind of you!” Asima nodded, before turning to Sarah. “Everything is put away just like I like, I trust? I don’t want a repeat of the last vacation…” |
Sarah bowed her head, "Yes my lady, all is as you desire."
Hemsjik chuckled, "I'm sure things will be more than satisfactory for you here" he offered his arm to lead Asima back to her room. |
”Thank you, Sarah. I’m sure as well, Prince Hemsjik.” Asima replied, “Thank you. Arabia is as wonderful as you said. How is your father, by the way? In all the excitement, I forgot to ask. Forgive me.” |
(( D'arvit! I could swear I responded to this! Must've had a foul up!))
"Oh don't mention it, really" Hemsjik shrugged, "My father is likely off doing some sort of political business. Boring stuff really" |
(I was wondering, lol! Glad you are okay.) “Oh, is he?” Asima questioned, glancing about when they arrived to the quarters she was to reside in. They were beautiful. The Arabian arcitecture was different, as was the decorating style, but it was pleasing to the eye. “These are wonderful, Hemsjik! Thank you again!” |
"I am pleased to hear it is to your liking" the Prince kissed Asima's hand gently, "Now, shall I bid you goodnight?"
|
The princess had been staring around the room happily, and her attention jerked back to the prince as he spoke. “Er…okay…Goodnight?” Asima muttered, confusion on her face. She glanced back to Sarah, the question on her face. Apparently, it was a custom of Arabians…and hopefully she hadn’t offended the prince by doing it wrong. |
Hemsjik merely smiled and turned away, walking off down the hall. Sarah gladly shut the door behind him and let out a groan, "That man sure lays it on thick, doesn't he?"
|
”Lays what on thick?” She was puzzled. He hadn’t even told her goodnight after asking to. How strange… The princess stepped to the bed, touching the Arabian silk curiously. “I really am at a loss…I’ve no idea how we’re to get that dove.” She couldn’t get the tiny black bird out of her mind. |
"Wow, you're oblivious. Let me spell this out for you" Sarah stood in front of Asima and spoke slow and carefully, "Prince Hemsjik. Wants to marry. You. Waaayyyyy obvious. As for the statue, why don't we just hire someone to steal it? As long as everyone you're here with is accounted for, you can't be blamed. So just get an outside source to come in?"
|
”Uh…” Asima decided to focus on the second item mentioned for the moment. “I dunno who I can trust to do this, though. Would you happen to know anyone?” The princess sat on the edge of the bed after a moment. “No…No, he doesn’t want that. If he did, he’d be related to Nemiah, and they can’t stand each other. Plus, Nemiah would be the one he’d have to ask. He’s just…just…” She faltered and frowned, “He just gets along with me better than my brother is all. And I couldn’t marry him, anyway.” |
"I haven't really been outside of Egypt, except that one time with Malum, but it was more of an assassination trip than diplomatic. And why couldn't you marry him? He's got gold, a pretty swinging palace and tons of cool stuff. Sounds like a good pick to me."
|
The princess flinched, then stared at Sarah hopelessly for a moment. That was why. She wanted Malum. She couldn’t marry…at least not yet. Instead, she moved behind a screen, changing into nightclothes. When she reemerged, she climbed under the covers with a sigh. “I couldn’t because Nemiah wouldn’t allow it.” Asima finally stated. “Get some sleep, will you? We’ve got another long day tomorrow. Will you try to find out if any servants can be trusted, or just…anyone who could be, and would be able to get into that room. It would still take two, however.” |
Sarah crossed her arms, "And you'll just be playing nice with the prince then hm? Uhg, I hope this doesn't take long. Arabia's nice, but I swear if one more person looks at me like I've just stepped in dung I'm going to strangle them."
|
”Actually, I’m going to try and see some of his ‘business’. If I could get proof, Nemiah could confront his father with the information, and measures could be taken.” Asima replied, burrowing her head into the pillow. “Thank you, Sarah, for this.” She muttered, her voice muffled by the pillow. |
"Yeah, well, Malum better appreciate this to" Sarah sighed and went off to the adjoint room, "see ya in the morning twit" she gave a wave before disappearing. Perhaps it was just the atmosphere of the room, but the way she said 'twit' wasn't quite as scalding as usual.
|
| All times are GMT. The time now is 03:13 AM. |