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Sahir had just arrived at the party and the first order was to find himself a glass of wine. Admittedly, he found it all intriguing, and he was curious about how the events of the night would pan out. Speaking with Rebekah was certainly high on his list, as well as the others he’d been told he had connections with. Before he could seek them out though, a familiar face caught his eyes.
As he walked over he vaguely remembered something about October being a bad month for the blonde. A fact he’d found out the hard way after arriving in her country unannounced a number of years ago. He’d meant to check on her sooner, but time had escaped him, an all too common travesty for the prince. “I meant to come to your room this month,” he commented as he walked up behind her. “Though I’m glad to see you’re out and about and look stunning by the way. Mourning suits you. Said in the most respectable way of course.” He’d never had much of a filter, though it’s not like Rasa did either.
