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her fingers brushed against the red petals, carefully avoiding the thorns that threatened to prick at a slip of the hand. she had always been fascinated by the simplest of things, and she found her senses to be delighted when observing nature in its glory. the stillness around her, with the sound of chattering far off in the distance, was all too peaceful. she had been lost in her own world, like she had a tendency to, not realizing that someone was approaching her until they were right behind her. “i find roses to be fascinating. the way something so beautiful can have thorns, ready to hurt anyone that attempts to destroy nature’s beauty. it’s all lovely, isn’t it?”

"What the hell is going on here?"

Henry Stuart, King of Scots, finally arrives in Greece only to find it in chaos.  He barely makes it to the outside courtyard of the palace before he’s rudely stopped by a small regiment of guards, who usher him, and any other poor bastard unfortunate enough to be in their way, away from what seems to be a growing scene of panic and confusion.  No one knows what’s going on for certain, but whispers start to rise over the din of the crowd: It’s a murder.  Than it’s not.  A theft.  But no.  It's hard to tell anything when the hysterical palace staff can't keep their stories straight. Henry doesn’t have time for this.  Tried from the road, and suddenly apprehensive to see his family, He pushes his way past the crowd and ducks behind a pillar to enter the actual palace grounds...

...only to slam into the unexpected person lingering on the other side.

            Her neck rested uncomfortably against the hallway wall as she stood leaning against it. Bored eyes surveying those who passed by, desperately wishing for something slightly interesting to pull her out of the almost sedated state of disinterest. It was probably odd for those walking past. Hallways normally lack stationary people, its purpose dictates movement to ensure there isn’t any delay. So her placement, although odd, was carefully picked. She knew this place was filled with interesting people, and what better place to observe them than in an position where they are simply travelling from point A to point B. 

It's not often Héctor is caught staring, but with his mind on whatever had set Isabel off that morning, he hadn't realized his gaze had fixed on the person unlucky enough to be standing besides him.  He quickly glances back to the festival booth before them-- one of jewelry gathered undoubtedly all up and down the silk road -- before he sighs.  It's probably best to address his faux pas head on.

He rounded the corner into the library, eyes settling on the object he coveted. It was an ornament, heavy, made of gold. He was intending on taking it earlier, but had been prevented by the presence of others. To his dismay, the library was not as empty as he thought. Stifling his disappointment, he offered his most charming smile, bowing his head slightly by way of greeting. 

“Do you have any recommendations, may I ask? I am in need of something new to dive into.” 

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One. Two. Three. Four. Left turn. 

A twig cracked under his feet, and Syed swore. He needed to be able to do this perfectly silently, leaving no trace he had ever been here at all, even if it happened entirely in the dark. But he had never been light of foot, nor quick on them. 

Another twig cracked behind him, and Syed turned, trying not to appear as guilty as he felt. “We’re a long way from the castle,” he remarked, miraculously managing to keep his voice even. “I could never walk so far at home in India. The sand gets everywhere,” he chuckled, raising a hand to smooth his beard. 

Out of all places in the greek palace, Sian had taken a special liking to the gardens. They were very different from the ones in Wales, full of flowers suited for the warmer climate and with many plants she had only seen in botany books. Her quiet stroll and admiring of the blooms was paused when she heard steps behind her. “Stunning place, is it not?” she said after turning around, “One can only wish to have the beauty of flowers”

“Aren’t they amazing?” Cherié mentions dreamily, obviously pleased with her new collection as she eyes them enthusiastically. “I don’t know how I’ll hide them all when I go back to China,” She explains as one hand carefully picks up a rasp she bought from the village. “Look at this! The vendor told me this is called a rasp, it’s apparently used for shoemaking.” She holds the item up in pride, obviously proud of the new found knowledge.