#kamran:thread

Kamran was happy to accept the invitation from the Snow King, especially after their encounter at King Stefan's gallery... Was he presumptuous enough to wear a rather revealing, decorative underwear beneath the sultan's garb? Perhaps. If anything, this would be a great chance to forge an alliance between Agrabah and Huldre. He was also interested in learning the secrets of Yukine's magic, so he came prepared with gifts. The exquisite spice of the desert, various jewelries and silks. His servants place them at the entrance as the sultan is escorted to the presence chamber. Kamran steps in, giving a courteous bow to the Snow King. "I am grateful for your invitation, Your Majesty. It is an honor to see the beauty of your realm with my own eyes." He looks back up with a small smile. "We did not come empty handed, of course. It is not much, but we've brought the best Agrabah has to offer... I hope you'd enjoy it."

Kamran is not the biggest fan of the cold, he has learned. Sure, the desert gets cold at night, but not like the arctic. Thankfully, he came prepared with the coat and boots, and the host oh-so-graciously provided drinks and fireplaces. And enjoying the view from the inside hasn't been so bad. Kamran was exploring the workshop, watching the elves work, but then he has gotten himself lost in some kind of a warehouse. Shelves upon shelves stand in aisles, and the sultan unhurriedly walks through them. Occasionally, he examines whatever is on the rack but most of them seems to be toys or trinkets. Nothing that catches his attention.

When he turns the corner, he almost runs into a man. Who is decidedly not an elf. "Oh, my apologies." Kamran says politely, stepping out of the way. "Perhaps you can help me... I've gotten myself lost in this... storage, I presume? Nothing of note here and I'd like to return to the ballroom but I can't seem to find the way back. Do you know how to get back?" He offers a small smile, hoping this gentleman could help him.

The sultan flips through the page of a new book he acquired from King Stefan's palace. After the ball, he and his attendants were given a day for respite before heading to the next location... Formality and festivity, exhausting but fruitful. Though Kamran enjoyed it all, he missed his palace and his consort Hamed. The man who used to be the sultan is fast asleep next to him after their conjugal delight. In some sick way, Kamran does love his lawful husband... He just figured he would be a better sultan.

A bell by the door rings, one of the alarms the sorcerer has set up around the castle for a specific reason. Sighing, Kamran climbs out of the royal bed and puts on a simple robe over his naked body. With a simple incantation, he transports himself to where the alarm was triggered. "My, my, dear Prince Ali... where do you think you're going at this ungodly hour?" He announces himself with a sly smile. Kamran approaches Aladdin, his captive and the former master of the djinn, and lifts the chin with his finger. Tauntingly. "Sneaking out of the palace like a common thief. Perhaps you require another lesson on etiquette, your lowliness?"

After making his rounds, Sultan Kamran Jafar Barmaki was officially spent. The new portals connecting the realms are fascinating but they are also liability. Meaning he has more so-called allies and possible enemies to gauge and maintain diplomatic relations with. A real headache. Though King Stefan has been a gracious host and the palace is comfortable enough... but Kamran dearly misses his bedchamber and, well, his consort. He has dismissed his attendants and decided to find somewhere to relax. Perhaps explore. Learn the secrets of King Stefan while at it if he can...

Kamran adjusts his red tie (he has taken quite a liking to fashion from the other realm, less fabric wasted and could be more practical with pockets) and approaches another guest. "Excuse me, dear. Hope you're enjoying the party but may I ask... would you happen to know where the library is in the palace? Or perhaps a gallery of sort. I was hoping to take a peek at the collections of His Majesty."