DAVUT DEMIR

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margaritaxromanova‌:

“And, let me guess, that was just about everyone?” Maggie asked, almost teasingly. There was nothing to tease about- she knew of the issue well enough herself. At this point, however, she couldn’t be bothered to expect people to learn a whole new alphabet just to say a couple words in a language they’ll forget about completely the moment they move on to another country. “See, if more people thought the same way you did, the world would be a peaceful place.”

She observed him, then, as he continued to go through books, getting more and more disappointed. “I can help, if you’re really desperate to learn more about this place. I won’t know everything, but geography of our own country was an important bit of the curiculus.” Maggie offered, eventually ending smiling at his last statement. “And they most likely would have still ended up hitting Russia.”

“Yes, pretty much.”  Davut said with a little smirk . Still, he knew that not everyone would think the way he did. Not did he expected them to. This didn’t mean however, he wasn’t annoyed by it. He just had to learn - over the years- that he was the only person he could truely control.  At her complement he couldn’t help but chuckle a little.  “You would think so. Unfortunatly, my temper often takes over. So I don’t know how peaceful the world would be then.”

Some might say he was passionate but Davut knew better. Turkish blood ran through his veins and from time to time. That hot-head temperament he pocessed showed its hand more often than not. But such were the way of things.

At her offer to help him he forwned a bit. “ How disapointing, here I thought you would have more knowleage about your own country.” his tone teasing before he gave the princess a nod.  “ I would greatly appreciate any help you would like to offer, your highness.” bowing his head slightly before straightening.

“I’m just thankful were are further north. Otherwise, I’d be stuck in doors and never venture out.” clapping his hands together Davut eyeed the princess. “ Where do we begin?”

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ofregalgrace‌:

                     THE MAN’S WORDS LINGERED for a second as her thoughts caught up with them. “ would that be something worth doing? “ she questioned with a tilt of her chin. “ keeping things from us? “ she couldn’t imagine that it was, especially due to the circumstances that had brought them all here. “ i can’t possibly imagine what such a REMOTE place would have to hide. “ the village, as alienated from the world as it was, did feel peaceful at least during the moments where she didn’t feel terribly home sick. the one cure she’d found was spending time outside, snow was snow everywhere they went and sitting in it, if she closed her eyes often let her believe she was home, even if just for a few minutes. 

“ but if you’re so inclined to look for secrets  –– perhaps speaking to the source directly might be of better use? “  she suggested with a light roll of her shoulders, as she reached for another chocolate from her box, as she realized she hadn’t offered him any. “ would you like one? “ she questioned as she extended the box out for him to see. now vegan chocolate wasn’t everyone’s favorite sweet but at the very least her mind would be at peace knowing that she’d asked.  watching him bow, aria curtly nodded, but instantly shook her head as he apologized. 

“ you haven’t. “ she called out, as he made the move to look for the shop’s owner. taking a few steps forward, steps that her guards mirrored at least until she turned to give them a visual request of space. as much as she appreciated being kept safe, she did think that the small army was a tad bit unnecessary, but when you were your parents’ only child well exaggerations were allowed. “ i happen to know the shop quite well. “ now that much was true, she’d spent far too many hours browsing through here. “ i’d be more than happy to help, if you’d like. “ she offered with a light smile. “ besides i’m in no RUSH to make my way back… not yet anyway. “ 

“ I don’t  know, your highness. What I do know is, this place was picked for a reason. And I don’t know if it was just because of its... obscure location.”

Maybe the princess was right? Why keep things, why not share everything? And the only answer he could come up with; was it being the best interest of those staying in the castle. Davut had a hard time trusting people outside of his sovereign and his countrymen. And that wasn’t likely to change until there was some kind of evidence to the contrary.

So far there hasn’t been any. Smiling, Davut gave a shake of his head. “ No thank you, I’m not a huge fan of chocolate myself. And as for going to the source?“ he shrugged not going into it further. Mostly because he didn’t really know the woman and speaking to much about his suspicion with a royal probably wasn’t the smartest thing. Lest he be known as something as unsavor as a conspiracy theorist. Which he wasn’t; he just had a gut feeling that there were things at work. And they weren’t prepared for the storm that was coming.

He paused when she called after him. Davut’s hazel eyes on the guards that approched only to stop when the princess turned towards them. He eyed her for a moment;  clearly she had the skill of a royal; or that of a future queen more like. At her offer to help him, he was a little surprised. Considering their conversation. He hadn’t believed she would want to help or be involved in his theory.

“ I wouldn’t mind the help, if you think your up for it.” he nodded. “I’m not in much of a rush to go back to the castle  myself.”

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Drawing Room

@leanamoreau​

He sat quietly near the window, his book of the village, cast off to the side as he looked at the chess board set up in front of him. It had been a couple of days since their last run in But when he had recieved a very vague, note delivered to his room. After reading it’s contents he knew for sure it had been the unnamed woman who had run into him the other day. Luckily, he had a day off sort of. He had a few meetings with some other advisor later that evening. Deciding to discuss possible alliances over drinks. So, his afternoon was free and clear for what was bound to be another entertaining extrange between himself and the woman.

A woman he knew nothing about.

Well, almost nothing. He knew she could at the very least speak a couple of languages. Had stunning red hair, with red pouted lips to match. You would think that much red would be overkill but it suited her. Davut had tried to figure out which country she hailed from. He didn’t know every royal just yet but when he descrived her in passing to a staff person. They were of little help, so she was a royal with out country. A princess with no name, he was starting to think maybe he just made her up internally.  However,  when his eyes landed on her form as she stood in the door way of the drawing-room. Davut knew he had not. He sat back comfortably as he watched her approach him and what looked to be a bag in her hand. 

Davut stood , giving a respecful bow before pulling the chair out for her to sit in on the opposite side of the chess board.  Only taking his seat once more when she was settled in her chair. “ I’m impressed. I was sure you’d come charging in her like a bull in a china shop.” he teased looking towards the small bag. “ Is that for me?”

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sabrinaellis‌:

It seemed that she was very close to actually exhausting the castle’s supply of romance novels she could enjoy – at least those that were written in English. While it might make for a good way to freshen up on other languages, she wasn’t as big a fan of reading while holding a dictionary in her other hand. Of course, she hadn’t exactly visited the bookshop previously, so she was at somewhat of a loss as to which section could best fulfill her interests. She turned as she was touched, expecting the bookshop’s employee, but blinked in slight confusion at the sight of the other.

“I’m afraid it’s my first visit to this particular store, sir,” she explained, regret crossing her features so that the other couldn’t doubt the genuineness of her words. Sabrina wasn’t sure whether this person happened to be a member of royalty - although she had done her best at studying those that could be either allies or enemies to England - but the cut on his clothes was almost as fine as if he were. “I would assume it would have to be its own particular section on the store, almost as a guide for tourists. No?”

“ You would think that,” he sighed looking up towards  the book shelves. Randomly thumbing through the  books there.  Only to turn his attention towards the woman once more. He had reconized the lady, mostly at a passing glance and often in the library when he first ventrued their in search of more information. There was something about her presence that seemed a little... sad? Though he didn’t know why. 

“ Unfortunately, I was hoping for something a little more detailed then local attractions and tourist destinations,” he said dryly but gave the other a tight-lipped smile.  The cold weather starting to wear on him now. “Forgive the tone, my lady.  I’m still trying to get accustomed to this place. And boredom is waning on me.”

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O & S

ODE.   does your muse have a way with words?

He’s a poet and he didn’t know it! lol Truthfully, Davut was always very good with his words. A smooth talker if you will; he knows what to say, how to say and when to say it. It might have been the reason he was asked to be an advisor.  His words can be sweet like honey or cut like a knife.  Though normally if you get him angry enough, he might just skip the words and try to kick your ass. He’s working on his temper.

SWEETHEART.   did your muse have a childhood sweetheart?

He did, a very pretty Turkish girl. She came from another noble family. A family that was very close to the Demir family for a long time. There was talk; their fathers wanted the two of them to get married. Which would have suited Davut just fine, but life has a way of throwing you through a loop. And their family broke ties. Eventually, she and her family moved to another part of Turkey and he hasn’t seen her since. But, he still thinks about her often; wondering if she still thinks about him.

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A, B, C.

  AFFECTION.   how does your muse show affection?

OOF! Davut isn’t big on showing his affection. With his sisters, he’ll give them a kiss on their forhead. For none familiar connections, it would really be subtle things. Maybe he’ll give them his jacket. Or carry something for them or hold their hand. It’s definitly small things that you might not think twice about.

 BOUQUET.   does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favourite?

Yeah, no. Davut does not understand the fasination some people have with giving and reciving flowers. I don’t think he has a favorite but if he had to pick. It would be something boring like a rose cause its the frist flower that he knows and would come to mind. No, you don’t have to give him roses.

CHOCOLATE.   does your muse like chocolate? which one is their favourite?

He doesn’t not like them? Davut doesn’t really have a sweet tooth but he does like dark chocolate like the darker the better.  And the chocolate that has the red pepper flakes in it are his favorite. If he had to pick a favorite.

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K

KISS.   is your muse a good kisser?

If you ask him, Davut would definitely say he is one. And there would be those women who would agree, though it wouldn’t be many. While he’s had many partners over the years. Davut finds the act of kissing  intimate. So unless you’ve found a way into his heart. He reserves his kisses for a special few. 

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(     *     VALENTINE’S DAY ALPHABET   !    

send some letters to find out more about my muse   !

A   :   AFFECTION.   how does your muse show affection?

B   :   BOUQUET.   does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favourite?

C   :   CHOCOLATE.   does your muse like chocolate? which one is their favourite?

D   :   DATE.   what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

E   :   EMBRACE.   does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like?

F   :   FLIRT.   is your muse good at flirting? how do they flirt?

G   :   GIFT.   is your muse good at gift - giving or do they struggle to get it right?

H   :   HEART.   is your muse quick or slow to give their heart away?

I    :   I LOVE YOU.   does your muse find ‘i love you’ easy or hard to say?

J   :   JEALOUSY.   does your muse get jealous in a relationship?

K   :   KISS.   is your muse a good kisser? why / why not? 

L   :   LOVE.   who does your muse love?

M   :   MOONLIGHT.   what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

N   :   NAUGHTY.   what is your muse like in bed?

O   :   ODE.   does your muse have a way with words?

P   :   PARTNER.   what does your muse look for in a partner? looks / personality?

Q   :   QUESTION.   would your muse ask the big question or expect their partner to?

R   :   ROMANCE.   is your muse a romantic or a cynic?

S   :   SWEETHEART.   did your muse have a childhood sweetheart?

T   :   TRUE LOVE.   does your muse believe in true love?

U   :   UNREQUITED.   has your muse had their heart broken?

V   :   VALENTINE.   how does your muse feel about valentine’s day?

W  :   WEDDING.   would your muse get married? why / why not?

X   :   XOXO.   does your muse use / like pet names?

Y   :   YOURS.   does your muse get protective easily?

Z   :   ZZZ.   how many people has your muse slept with?

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leanamoreau‌:

“You know what they say when you assume, Monseiur Demir,” she hummed out petulantly. If there was anything that grated on her more it was something being assumed of her. Leana stood her ground even as the taller male closed the distance between them. He was close enough that she could feel his body heat and smell his cologne. Her light brown hues searched his face as her brows furrowed slightly when he grabbed her free hand. His hand damn near dwarfed hers and she could go back no further since she was leaned against a wall as he leaned in closer to her.

Leana smirked, “again assuming things, Davut, perhaps I might be slightly concerned,” she hummed out. She felt the cool mug get placed in her palm and heard the broken handle clink in the bottom of it. “Should be an easy fix,” she said simply with a shrug. She heard the sound of boots on floor and she looked around the tall male to see the Italian Diplomat she had been waiting for. “Infine! Signor De Santis, Signor Solokov ti sta aspettando e ti aspetta con impazienza,” she spoke to the man in perfect Italian. The male greeted her with a polite smile before entering the room where the Russian sighed out a finally in his own native tongue as the door shut.

The french woman turned her attention back to Davut, “Bonne journée, monsieur Demir,” she sighed out as she pushed away from the wall. She walked up to the door where the Italian Diplomat had walked in, hand pausing on the handle, “see you around,” she winked before disappearing inside.

“ It makes an ass out of yourself and others.” he smirked. “ That is only if ones assumptions are wrong. I guess only time will tell if mine is.”

It would seem to Davut had gone and found a person that was one some level; less of a nussience. A feat to be sure with a castle filled with so many odd characters. it would prove to be very entertaining indeed. Listening, to the footsteps approach. Davut gazed turned, watching the Italian diplomat come bounding down the hall. And when his companion began to speak perfect Italian. Davut couldn’t help but be impressed. She was just full of surprises.

Davut eyes lingered on  her as she approached the door. And couldn’t help but chuckle as she gave him a mischvious wink before dissapearing behind it.   “Je l'attends avec impatience, princesse.” He called letting out a long sigh.

Well, this was not how he thought he would spend his morning. Turning, he made his way down the hall. Only realizing when he was half way down the staircase. He hadn’t gotten her name.

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claireedarby‌:

Even though the village was rather quiet, Claire was constantly busy. Staff members were always in the shop, looking for whatever their royals asked for, so most of the time she actually was working. And once the open sign flipped over to closed, her job switched to reviewing files from the rebels working under her and relaying information back to her own superiors. There was almost never a break but the woman almost preferred it that way. If she were to stop moving, she wasn’t sure that she’d ever be able to get going again, no matter how much the rage burned inside of her. At the moment, she still had an hour until close and was rearranging some books that a royal had put back in the wrong place. How hard was it to return books to where they came from? The touch on her shoulder had her whipping around, eyes bright and hands twitching at her sides for a fight. Claire did not like being touched.

However, she forced herself to calm herself down, reminding herself that this was not someone to fight. Yet. Slowly, the woman nodded her head. “I have some local history books in the left corner. They’re written by people who lived in the village their entire lives, they are not by travel writers.”

He knew that look, you know the one. Where your ready to strike an opponent only to switch gears in the moment. Davut less the noble pursuits of cage fighting notwithstanding, he couldn’t help but notice. Hmm, interesting.  “Perfect,” he said smoothly. “ That sounds like excally what I’m looking for.” he finished with a grin.

His research so far had been rather fruitless, the books in the palace libary were general findings. With little to no maps of the land that surrounded the palace. Not that he was surprised, if the royals and the staff’s safety were paramount. Keeping those particular items out of sight would be the smart approach. Which also meant, that there were people that could not be trusted. But of course, he already suspected that. Since his arrival, Davut was sure there were those who he could trust and those he couldn’t. His priority though, was acquiring knowleage and then moving forward from there.

Davut made a turn as if to head towards the part of the store she had suggested only to pause .

“ You wouldn’t happen to know if the owner has any maps of this area as well would you? I’d be very keen to see what the terrain looks like.”

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margaritaxromanova‌:

“It’s better than most- at least, you’re trying.” Maggie shrugged. Most people in this town didn’t even bother to learn basic stuff; then again, Russian was never easy. The new letter, the new rules, it was like learning absolutely everything from zero, and she couldn’t blame them. The only reason why she was so proficient in English, after all, was because she had spent multiple years learning and travelling. 

She observed him curiously as he examined a book- it was about this specific area, yet she doubted it gave enough insight. “Doesn’t that just describe the whole country? Apart from St. Petersburg and Moscow, no one know anything. The whole country’s the perfect hiding place.”

“ It always annoyed me when diplomats and foreigners came to my homeland and didn’t even bother to learn how to say hello in Turkish.” he scoffed softly. Hazel eyes flickering up to meet the Russian princess’ gaze. “ It’s a small sign of respect, but it goes a long way to try and make the effort.”

This was a lesson he had learned from his mother. While his father was forceful and blunt; like a sword.  His mother was smooth and warm. She could finesse any  tense situation. Smoothing out the feathers her husband might have ruffled in court or abroad. She had encouraged Davut to learn new languages. Because even the barest effort was still effort that other nobles; both at home and abroad. Would appreciate, and would deem him more useful in his service to the royal family.

At her question, he gave a small nod as he continued to scan the pages further. “ It would appear so, pity.” he sighed placing the book back on the shelf. Surely there had to be something about this particular area. And if not, Davut couldn’t help wonder why there wasn't. Chuckling he gave the princess a shrug, “It sounds like they could have thrown a dart on a map and any place would have sufficed.”

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liena-cheng‌:

Liena had come to like the quaint little town in Russia next to the palace. While some seemed to complain and insist that they would have preferred a larger city, she liked how quiet it was. She liked visiting the little shops and the small restaurants where she felt like she could relax. While she knew there was a large library back at the castle, today she had decided to stop in at the bookshop and see what they had. She perused the shelves with no particular book in mind, her fingers trailing over the spines of books as she looked. She had been so lost in her search and her own thoughts that she didn’t realize he had spoken to her until he had tapped on her shoulder. She jumped slightly and turned, relaxing when she recognized the man from the palace. “This is actually my first time in here.” She admitted with a small shake of her head. “So I’m not entirely sure where anything is.” 

Davut gave the crowned princess an apology. It hadn’t been his intent to startle her. However, why was she so jumpy? Perhaps she had been lost in her own thoughts. He decided not to think to long on it. 

“Well, you made a good decision stopping here. The weather’s grown rather chilled,” he said. Eyes flickering towards the large windows as  flurries of snow blew past them. He didn’t see any gaurds nearby. And wondered if she had ventured out on her own. Curious; reaching for the book that had fallen to the floor he picked it up and placed it back on the shelf. 

“Would you like some company to wait out the storm your Highness? I’d be more then willing to accompany you back to the castle once the wind has calmed.”

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ofregalgrace‌:

                 WANDERING ABOUT THE VILLAGE when in need of space had quickly become the norwegian’s favorite way of escape  –– especially when the feeling of claustrophobia became too much for her sensibilities and even when she couldn’t leave the confines of the russian palace without the presence of a small army, the blonde found that mindlessly strolling across the shops often helped clear her mind. not to mention that a little shopping never settled badly, she’d stopped at several different places before arriving at the book store, her guards holding on to many of the things she’d purchased as she happily took a vegan truffle from the box of chocolates she’d purchased from lea, eyes lingering on the titles of the books around her, not paying them much mind. 

truth be told her thoughts were everywhere but in the present and had it not been for the gentle tapping on her shoulder the princess was sure that she would have stayed in her own head for a little longer. turning to face the person who spoke to her, she swallowed the chocolate that was left in her mouth, covering slightly before speaking. “ have you tried the BACK rows? “ she replied answering his question, as ocean colored eyes looked him over, she recognized him as someone who lived in the palace, part of the turskish entourage. “ and if you have no luck, may i suggest the palace library? “ she added with a light roll of her shoulders. “ they’ve made sure to keep it well stocked. “ she paused for a second as she gathered her thoughts. “ that’s where i found them, but if you really are in need perhaps asking the shop owner would be a much better alternative? “

As he came face to face with the princess. Davut gave a respectful bow.  Noticing the her guards that stood nearby; hands full of bags and their eyes trained on him and the royal they were sworn to protect. For a place that was supposedly secure, he still couldn’t quite understand why the royals couldn’t go into the village on their own? Or at the very least in some sort of buddy system. Given the history; he supposed that walking around with a guard would be a deterrent for most people who might have ill intent. But if Davut learned anything, it was if a person had nefarious intentions they would figure out a way to accomplish them. No matter the obsticals presented.

Standing at his full height now.  Davut observed her for a moment. They had never interacted before. But, that was the case when it came to most royals. Aside from his own prince. Davut tended to give them all a wide berth. Not because he didn’t like  them - not entierly. Davut didn’t trust them. Did trust this whole arrangement here in Russia. There were far to many things that could go wrong and have from what he heard. Then again gossiping between the maid staff hardly counts as solid intel. “ I did you highness thank you,” he said politely “ but I was hoping for a less- bias view of the area. Those that brought us here will only provide so much information.” and he didn’t know if he could trust any of it just yet. Not wanting to interrupt her private time he gave another short bow. “ I’ll look for the owner, I apologize if I disturbed  you on your outing.”

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william-ferguson‌:

William wasn’t a huge fan of being stuck in this small Russian village, though he kept his complaints to himself. It was cold and the town had very little offer in ways of entertainment. Still he knew he had a job to do here, and so he sucked it up on a daily basis and did what was necessary. Today he had found a break from his normal duties at the castle as doctor, and had decided to go to the bookshop. He wondered if he might find any medical books here that he didn’t currently have, though he doubted it. Still he wandered among the shelves, eyes roving over titles and finding nothing that popped out at him. Finally he found a shelve of medical books and pulled one off the shelf to flip through it. He had been so wrapped up in what he was looking at that he hadn’t heard anyone else in the shop, though he looked up as he heard his voice. He recognized the man from the palace and he closed the book, slipping it back onto the shelf. “I’ve only been in here a few times myself but I believe I’ve seen some books on their history towards the front. Then again I think you may find a lot more in the palace library.” 

“ Yes that seems to be the general concenses. “ Davut said with a sigh. He had indeed found some books in the library at the palace. And while they did have some information that he was looking for. The information presented in the pages was lacking in his opinion. From an early age, his father taught him to know your surroundings. Your enemies, your allies. So if or when the need came you could use it for your benefit. Self- preservation and the preservation of their home country came first.

With that in mind, Davut hope was to find more detailed information. A map of the area would be even better. Giving a tight lip grimace, Davut decided to take the doctors advice and see what he could find near the front. Before he did so, he nodded towards the book in the other man's hand.

“ They didn’t have Gray's Anatomy back at the castle?”

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leanamoreau‌:

Her scoff matched his, the nerve of this man, “hm I seem to recall that you were the first one to use the word accosted after I apologized to you…therefore, you started the melodramatics, quite the diva move,” she countered with a raised eyebrow. Leana shrugged slightly as he commented on her asking him to undress, “well, you’re deceptively flat-chested, gotta see if you have a pair of breasts to rival mine under that stained shirt if you ever expect to fill out a dress properly,” she commented nonchalantly. She turned her head to look at him, “and you are claiming thag you’re the injured party here, gotta make sure that there aren’t any 1st degree burns,” she shrugged. She chuckled lightly, “well, you are more woman than I am, so you tell me? Are all women this confusing and contradictory?” She mocked, blinking over at him in faux innocence with that smirk on her red lips.

 “ Let me put it this way for you, had it been the other way around. I’m sure you would have screamed bloody murder. Especially, if i so flippantly offered my apologies after spilling coffee down your blouse.” While there was still a bite to his voice, Dauvt had to admit that this particular royal was less... stuffy then her counterparts. But her continued poking now started to wear on him - regardless of how enjoyable their bantering was. Dauvt  pushed off the windowsill, slowly closing the distance between them. He continued forward until his personage completely filled her vision. Hazel eyes flittered down to her lips for a moment. Before meeting her gaze once again.

“ Be honest, your not really concerned I’m burned. Are you? “ a wicked grin spread across his lips.  Davut’s eyes stayed on the woman as he reached for her free hand. His thumb drew light circles on the soft skin . Before gently turning her palm up. Leaning in slowly until he was just inches away from her. Davut held this position for a few minutes. Before chuckling looking down at her hand; he placed the broken mug in her palm. Dropping the handle  inside clinking as it hit the bottom.

“You’ll have to do better then this if you want to try and get me out of my clothes,” he said with a wink before standing up straight. A neutral expression taking over his features. “ I expect someone as quick  as you can figure out a way to fix this. Like you said; family keepsakes our important and that,” he paused looking down at their connected hands.

“ - is important to me.” Davut released her,  “ I’ll give you a week, more then enough time.”