Cassim hadn’t even noticed Colette’s entrance until she asked him what was wrong. Truth was the young sultan to be was simply not on his game that day. His mind was everywhere except where it needed to be. The weight of royal responsibilities was sitting heavy on his shoulders. Any other day he would have been more playful and cheerful and full of life, but today he looked as though he were already Sultan, and was debating whether or not to declare war on another kingdom.
“I’d say everything but that makes it too generalized.” he said with a sigh as he looked off into the distance. She was the last person he wanted to see him like this, but at this point he just didn’t want to fight anymore. “Something I wouldn’t have to worry about if I was just a simple street rat.” he said with a shrug.