#safiya || interactions

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tag: @princethomas 

A part of her felt dizzy from meeting so many different people in such a short period of time, how was she supposed to remember all these names and faces? This particular meeting had been arranged, a planned meeting between two young royals. A walk through the gardens which her ladies had sworn would be a private meeting should could get to know the young man but she was certain there would be prying eyes behind every bush. It seemed rare that any meeting in all of France was truly private these days. 

Thankfully the March sun made the cold not seem as miserable as it did in the evening. Safiya loved the heat, and would do anything to get through this miserable winter. She had found a bench to wait for her new companion watching the bees moving through the garden, they had only just appeared recently as the days grew longer and warmer. She never thought to be thankful for bees before. 

When she spotted the man making his way through the garden towards her she rose from her spot on the bench a pleasant and easy smile rising to her lips. At least he wasn’t horrible to look at it if she was to spend this time getting to know him. “You must be Prince Thomas. It’s lovely to meet you.” She said glancing over him curiously. “Thank you for taking the time to join me here, I am sure you have been kept busy all over Paris.” She hoped he had been, it would be miserable to converse with a shut in dud who had nothing to contribute. Especially since she postponed a fascinating discussion on astronomy with a visiting lecturer from the University of Krakow. “Have you enjoyed your time here thus far? Is it much different from England?” She must remember to thank her mother for forcing her to study English, it certainly made this interaction easier.

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tag: @amiraofcordoba 

Though Safiya was excited to see her whole family, she had to admit on of the people she had been most excited to see was her Aunt Amira. Her Aunt was everything she hoped to be. She was a woman respected for her intelligence and skills, and held a position without marriage. She was strong in the way Safiya dreamed of becoming, with the potential to do good in the world. So when her Aunt became a Governor and left her home, she was a mix of a million emotions. On one hand she was proud. Her Aunt would achieve so much and it was another goal she could strive towards, but the young girl also missed her Aunt terribly. There weren’t many who wanted to hear about her interests, being with her aunt made her feel less alone in the world. 

And now finally they would be reunited. To say she was overjoyed would be an understatement. As soon as she had the chance she rushed to her Aunt’s chamber like a giddy child. The advantage of being the youngest child was she did not nearly feel as much pressure to grow up. When she arrived she knocked gently on the large door though with her excitement (and admitted impatience) she was tempted to simply rush into the room unannounced. Her mother and Aunt had raised her better than that though and she waited patiently. 

When the door was finally opened, she could nearly cry tears of joy at the site of her aunt. “Eimti, I have missed you so much.” She said before pulling her aunt into a hug. “I feel my life has been spun all around so quickly, I am just so glad you are here in person, mashallah.” 

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for: @thebeloveduke

The March evening was still cold as winter seemed to hold on to Paris far longer than Safiya would have liked. She like many others had found activities to keep them occupied inside for the time being, and to her greatest pleasure many nobles spent their evenings dancing to keep the cold away. Safiya had found herself standing on the sides watching the dancers and enjoying a glass of wine. This sort of evening was only second to a night spent in a long debate on theory. As she watched the dancers more and more and craved to join in and began to scan the room for any suitable partner, until she spotted a man she did not know on the other side of the room. 

Her ladies were able to identify him as the grand Duke Nikita Rurik of Russia, and that only peaked her interest more. Russia seemed like an entirely differently world than her peaceful home in the Iberian Peninsula. She saw little appeal in living somewhere so cold or dark, but the man in front of her seemed to be neither of those things yet. 

She made her way through the crowd with relative ease, mainly due to confidence if she was being frank until she arrived next to the stranger. "Excuse me your highness, I was wondering if you would join me for the next dance?" She figured English may be the best choice for a language they could converse in, after all she didn’t know Russian and she doubted he knew Arabic. She could practically feel already a few of her ladies’ disapproval. They felt she was often too blunt and over confident, she simply felt it was idiotic to wait to a man to realize what she wanted when she already knew. It seemed most men really didn’t know anything either so it saved her time and energy to do it herself.