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Nassir managed to keep his mouth shut, glaring at the two men across from the princess. As bad a Kevah was, this newcomer seemed far more suspicious. Nassir seemed to scrutinize and appraise the male from his position, gripping Tavyna's hand under the table. He was so caught up in watching the prince like a hawk, he even failed to notice the olives served alongside the cheese and dates being presented.

At least Kevah was turning a satisfying shade of livid red.

The shah looked up, preparing to speak, when his daughter beat him to it. He felt like scolding her for an instant, but recalled the night before. Besides, she seemed to be controlling herself, at least as much as she could manage. She hadn't deliberately been rude, so he decided to let her go for now. Interestingly enough, the princess asked about the male's presence before the Shah got to it.

Turning a cool gaze to the veiled royal, Shahin arched a brow ever so slightly. "I'm here to discuss trading between our lands. Surely you as shahzadi would participate in the proceedings later on as a member of the court? If you are merely interested in a perspective groom worthy of you, then I suppose I should apologize for disturbing your morning rest." he said, returning to his drink. He was cool, authoratative, and almost smug in his attitude.

Nassir resisted the urge to growl, freezing as Shahin looked directly at where he sat, a slight smirk on his face.

"My father did strongly suggest I discuss a possible joining of our land and power through a union. I suppose I could oblige him in persuing a potential marriage agreement." he added, almost as an afterthought.

Nassir realized what was wrong, and was simultaneously stunned and wary.