(Hai, hai. It's okay though. I understand. Hi Lavinia!)

The female had smirked at Karth as he was taken away, just as he'd smirked back at her the day Nemiah had disowned her. She focused on the two males, once more wary that a fight may be broken out, though Malum's words confused her. She began staring at the ground and mulling over what Malum had said...The enemy...but then...wait...what?

Shaking her head, she refocused to hear the last bit of Malum's speach, and stared at him, not quite understanding. The male had no way of knowing what went on between her and Nemiah, but he was still insisting on an apology...

Asima glanced at her brother, before turning away, shaking her head. "The Pharaoh doesn't need to apoligize." She bite her lip before continuing, though her words were mumbled. "I'm just the whore of his enemy, after all..." She moved quickly to Malum, tugging his arm gently, whispering to him. "Please, let's just go...Nemiah...he's different now. Please, Malum. You can't hurt him with these guards here, so let's just go."

Asima tugged on his arm desperately, "Malum, stop this! Please, Nemiah doesn't need to apoligize to me, please, let's go..." She found herself begging him, tugging on his arm harder. Nemiah wouldn't apolgize, and she wanted to get Malum away before he realized this. Throwing a glance towards her brother, Asima found her own thoughts crumbling. He would turn out like father, and she still needed to do her best to keep him safe, she had no doubt.

Asima had stared backwards at her brother, biting her bottom lip. She wanted to run to him, and beg his forgiveness, beg him to let her come home. At least she was no longer disowned.

The female hesitated, though she was still clinging to Malum's arm. After a moment, she turned away, lowering her head, tugging on Malum once more. "Please...let's go..."

Asima, on the other hand, was on the verge of tears. She'd let go of Malum's arm, so the male wouldn't feel her trembling. "Successfull?" She blinked at Malum, turning into a glare, before her hands curled into fists, and she attempted to strike him once. She knew before she did so that she wouldn't be able to hurt Malum, still, she wanted him to know how angry she was.

"How in the underworld was that sucessfull? I just had to walk away from Nemiah, once more! He thinks no differently of me, and the only good that came from it, is my having my title back! And a lot good that does me, since Nemiah won't speak to me if I needed him to! How was that successful!? That was all you wanted, wasn't it!? You weren't even sticking up for me, you just wanted to know if he could swallow his pride and apoligize, didn't you? That's what all that was about!"

(Can you say Pms anyone??? I think my moods effect Asima...a lot...>.>)

Asima shook her head, turning away, not wanting the male to see the tears when they finally came. "I don't believe you. You did that for Solum and yourself. Nemiah will never trust me agian. He told me exactly what he thinks of me, and just because he claims me as a sister once more, that doesn't mean that the next time I displease him, he won't do the same. It doesn't matter what I do, I have you on one side, Nemiah on the other. And one of you will always find a fault with my actions. I'll never be able to please either of you." She chuckled wryly. "And she asked me what reason I would have..."

After her tirade, Asima rubbed her eyes, forcing the tears to stop. She shook her head once more, glancing back at Malum. "What's the next course of action, then? Are you wanting to find Solum, or get Sarah from the village? When do we leave for Frodan?" Asima assumed automatically that they would be going to Frodan and taking care of Keg.

Asima looked completely shell shocked, and even took a step back from Malum, though at his comment, she burst out laughing, all the problems forgotten for a moment. She gave a tiny shake of her head, and a shrug, before answering, "I don't know. I spent most of my time studying, and wasn't really allowed outside of the palace.

Though, she couldn't begrudge Malum a day. After all, he always worked so hard. After a moment, Asima recalled the street performers she'd seen the day out with Nemiah. "Hmm..you've spent a lot more time out here than me, but have you ever stopped to watch a street performer?"

Asima shook her head, still grinning. "No, that doesn't count, and yes, there's a lot here..." Her chocolate eyes were puzzled, though clearly happy. She stood on her tiptoes, flattening Malum's hair gently. "I really don't understand you at all....I don't think I ever will..." This was spoken softly, before Asima returned to her normal volume, and gripped his hand, tugging him, "C'mon. Let's find a performer!"

Asima had enjoyed the performer, munching on the street as she smiled and laughed. After a moment, the princess found herself staring at Malum, her grin growing. It was strange, to see him like this, but Asima enjoyed it. All too soon, the performers were done, and Asima burst into applause with the rest of the group who'd been watching. "Would you like to do something else? Or do we have to go now?" The female finally questioned, glancing at his sheepishly.

Asima smiled in response, giving another shrug. "You're turn to pick...Wanna see the marketplace? They had all kind of exotic and interesting things?" She frowned then, unsure. She was truly confused. "Malum, I really don't understand. Each day you are gone, who knows what Keg is doing...He could be finding everyone who was loyal to you, and killing them. Why do this? It's not like you...At least, from what I've seen of you..."

(Be back in a bit)

Asima listened in silence, nodding, though as Malum teased her, she turned suprised again. The princess blinked repeatedly, finally sticking her tounge out. "I'm so not overly emotional! You'd be confused and frusterated if you had to choose between two people you care for and don't want to hurt either one. It's hard. Especially when you must do it alone, and keep making mistakes in the process. Anyway, c'mon Malum!" She gripped her hand in hers, tugging him towards the marketplace. "There was so much pretty stuff, and Nemiah wouldn't give me anytime to look. You could get something for your girls, and maybe Solum too!"

Asima stuck her tounge out as she tugged them along, before responding, "I mean, maybe you could get him a luck token, and the girls something pretty..." The princess tried explaining a bit better. "Hey, Malum? Can I ask you a question?" She'd slowed down, so she was now walking by his side.

After a sheepish glance, Asima let her hand slip from Malum's, her fingers dawdling a bit more than they should. "Well, I'm going to ask. You probably won't answer my questions anyway...Um, when you brought me into your harem, you didn't intend to do anything. Why place me there, then? You were just giving me food and shelter that you paid for. Why not set me to work at a different task?"

Asima flushed, sputtered a bit, and finally looked away, her face beet red. "Can I ask you a personal question?"

She paused, though, knowing Asima, she was going to ask either way. "The girl in the first memory...You loved her, didn't you?"

Asima followed him, mutely. She wasn't sure if Malum was avoiding her question, or truly didn't know who she was talking about.

"T-the girl who spoke of being the Queen of Thieves. You said she'd been gaining your trust for three years..." The princess finally answered, lifting a tiny tiger's eye stone and holding it up to the light, grinning as various rainbows danced before her eyes. "If it's too personal, I understand, Malum. I'm just...curious." Asima set the stone back down, frowning as she lifted another one, holding it next to Malum's face. "Hm...look. It's the same color as your eye..." The female commented thoughtfully, turning the tiny thing over in her hand. After another moment, she set the stone in it's designated place, and turned her face to the male, waiting for his response.