`✦ Subtleness ⊹ Sehkirus mask did very little to obscure the features to which the gods had graced them with. The moss and lavender added a gentle fragrance amongst the consumption of wine and charred meats. Perhaps it was their ethereal essence that drew virile to make hushed bets on their attempts to provoke the priestess from their celebration. Perhaps the language of seduction roused these nobles. Their own awareness sought to release these men from their own search for fulfillment to truly celebrate another union between two houses. And for a moment, Sehkirus sought to embrace the wonderful exploits of two lovers finding one another -- regardless of political or tactical gain.
The tempers of war raged; yet, these were not their battles to which they were capable of fighting. Nor could they extinguish them. Their purpose was to serve through other means. Their hands could not wield a sword. Not of the iron nor cold steel. It was their turn to bestow the Dorne prince of well-intentions. Sehkirus place a hand over their heart to submit their regard for prince's title and throne. Also to keep the silks from slipping under the weight of their emerald pendant. It was no mystery to the Priestess' placement. It was clear how the guards and knights addressed them through their steely stares that fought off inhibitions.
"Your Highness...," Sehkirus spoke softly. Naturally, modulating between direction and regard. They were instructed to make as many exchanges with the houses, possible. Granted the chance, why not? After all, perhaps fate would have them befriend a heir for whatever intention The Nigh had for them. "It pleases me that you have a great lifetime ahead of you both. May the Gods shine upon you, both."
---@trystanexmartell