ON BEHALF OF THE KING OF CASTILE, ALFONSO ANSCARIDS, you are hereby invited to an iberian art exhibition which will be held on july 18th, 1458 at the jerónimos monastery. this event is in honor of the house of anscarids and to celebrate its lengthy history. the king of castile requests your presence and extends his warmest welcome.
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When Abuzar Beg, loyal friend and trusted advisor to the Shahbanu Ghazala of Persia, received his invitation, a playful smirk formed upon his lips at once. Formerly of the Delhi Sultanate, where he was scarred and exiled for defending the rightful queen her people had ungratefully betrayed, the arguably greatest commercial and diplomatic asset of the empire, with his numerous invaluable contacts, both within the Chinese and the Timurids themselves, ever growing, ever expanding towards the West as well, found that same smirk also growing wider each second he spent longer, strolling around, making his rounds, watching with clasped hands behind his back, the priceless pieces of art featuring the past rulers of Iberia. Most around him at this exhibition would very much like to join their ranks, but not Abuzar. Instead, he would glorify and ensure that his charge, the Shahbanu Ghazala, would be the one to find herself elevated to such heights.
Of the many other guests, kings and princes as well as diplomats such as himself, the Crown Prince of Russia was the one to catch Abuzar's dark eye. As was and will forever be his duty, Abuzar had read well on the many notable persons he could encounter in Portugal while representing the shahbanu. His was to act as her sword, a sharp blade meant to ensure friendships and alliances. Of Russia, he had already met her Prince Vasily of House Bezukhov, whom Abuzar had taken to as a strange if not refreshing conversation. The Crown Prince, the glory of his nation's great militia, ever loyal to his tsar brother, was supposed to be beloved, and Abuzar had no doubt there was a reason for such adoration. He would seek the reason for himself then.
"The array is exquisite, isn't it? The regal men of then for the viewing of the regal men of now. It's what I love about art: How they preserve what has come and gone in the most beautiful of ways." He approached him quietly, as politely as he could, making sure that there was safe distance between them, as befitting the company of a crown prince and a mere diplomat. With a brief nod, Abuzar offered the Crown Prince the warmth of a gentle smile upon his face, hoping that the Russian royalty would not take his presence too cumbersome, though he had already prepared a genuine apology should it be found otherwise. "I don't mean to intrude, my Prince. I am all but stricken with awe at this great opportunity to witness magnificence in two ways: That of the art, and that of the company."
