Aaaaaaa royalty!sadiha and Perrin tho????? @cupcakesmuses
“My king!” The entire room let’s out a forlorn sigh. This man, the one entering the royal court with a man currently bleeding on the sheer white shirt he had on, is what in polite company sadiha would call a pest. The man was a scammer on every level, and comes to her regularly to bring offerings.
The veiled woman-king sits tall on a throne of purple wood and amber, their robes a blue so deep that no commoner had seen the depth of before, and all adorned with golden silk thread. The veil on her head is dark, but one can see the movement of her eyes as they squint at the man. He goes on some long winded spiel about bringing them the best concubine from his travels north and their masked mouth frowns.
“I do not see a concubine before me, no. Only a wounded soldier. I… accept your.. gracious gift none the less.” They say, standing from the throne, diaphanous fabric parts to show an olive toned hand reaching for the hurting man.
The herald closes the court of their banglador excellency as they move to ghost their hand at the small of the man’s back, casting a small healing spell. Nothing too intense, just enough to keep the blood at bay.
A royal guard moves to their other side and the woman-king whispers something in their ear. The man, now trying to leave, is intercepted by crowns guard and carted away before both of their eyes.
