damini qutb shah is one woman who has always unsettled her in inexplicable ways. sometimes she tells herself it’s the height, that this is some silly insecurity she has — other times she wonders about the hundred yard gaze damini occasionally tends to have, or the too-wide smile, that seems to appear far more often than could possibly be natural for any human person. around the duchess, ahana holds the well-schooled posture, not a single movement in her body or her countenance gives away more than what she wishes to.
three lines of pleasantries. that is all they’d exchanged, before promptly taking seats. barely an hour from arrival at the hotel, this time has been pencilled in as a meeting, not a social call. rohan might be friends with the woman, almost familial. ahana has held her guard closer to her chest. her mother, the queen regent holds damini in high regard, nothing more.
“ she has made some demands, we are looking into it. to tell you the truth, these near-sighted things are holding us back. you’ve been having meetings, kaise chal rahi hai ? anything i should know before i start filling my calendar ? ” [ @daminiqs ]