Haunts
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Amari Sokren was nearly twenty minutes late to his appointment with the new tailor, and descended the stairs down to the office wing with just a small sense of urgency. It was raining heavily outside, and quiet inside. It was still early in the day, the only inhabitants of the hallway were stationed guards and servants going about their day. Things had only just started to get busy. He had overslept, and was not quite so well put together as he usually presented himself.
The prince looked much like his father, King Elian, save for Amari's brown eyes. They shared similar sharp features, tawny skin, and a broad shouldered build. He wore his hair much longer than his father's, too, in an attempt to distinguish himself. Today, only a section was pulled back in a simple ponytail, as he had gotten ready in a hurry. For this appointment, he had worn simple clothing. It had been quite some time since he had had measurements done. Previously, his seamstress had been an old, gossipy woman that made it an unpleasant experience to have clothes made. Amari had never been too pleased about the clothes she made, either.
He was in a particularly good mood that morning. He was seeing the tailor for a special occasion. In two weeks time, the palace would be hosting a celebration for the fall equinox, a tradition that he always looked forward to. The kingdom had been in a particularly dismal mood as of late. The war with Doredon had ended two years ago, and while the kindgom of Rokya was still in recovery, it had been an unusually prosperous year. The king had taken great advantage of this year's good fortune through taxation, and had not been particularly kind to his subjects in return. The fall equinox would be a night for simple pleasures, a night for the people to drink and feast and celebrate the harvest. Days without formalities and petty grievances came few and far between, and Amari was greatly anticipating it.
Amari paused in front of the door for just a moment, regaining a more formal composure before he opened it. The room had a bit of a strong scent of sweet incense. He cleared his throat as he approached the new tailor, looking them up and down with just a hint of derision in his expression. The prince was a fairly quiet man; more forgiving than his forefathers, but still much like them. "Morning," he said, giving a small nod of courtesy. Perhaps he should have apologized for his lateness, but he considered it no fault of his own. "Is everything ready?"
The prince looked much like his father, King Elian, save for Amari's brown eyes. They shared similar sharp features, tawny skin, and a broad shouldered build. He wore his hair much longer than his father's, too, in an attempt to distinguish himself. Today, only a section was pulled back in a simple ponytail, as he had gotten ready in a hurry. For this appointment, he had worn simple clothing. It had been quite some time since he had had measurements done. Previously, his seamstress had been an old, gossipy woman that made it an unpleasant experience to have clothes made. Amari had never been too pleased about the clothes she made, either.
He was in a particularly good mood that morning. He was seeing the tailor for a special occasion. In two weeks time, the palace would be hosting a celebration for the fall equinox, a tradition that he always looked forward to. The kingdom had been in a particularly dismal mood as of late. The war with Doredon had ended two years ago, and while the kindgom of Rokya was still in recovery, it had been an unusually prosperous year. The king had taken great advantage of this year's good fortune through taxation, and had not been particularly kind to his subjects in return. The fall equinox would be a night for simple pleasures, a night for the people to drink and feast and celebrate the harvest. Days without formalities and petty grievances came few and far between, and Amari was greatly anticipating it.
Amari paused in front of the door for just a moment, regaining a more formal composure before he opened it. The room had a bit of a strong scent of sweet incense. He cleared his throat as he approached the new tailor, looking them up and down with just a hint of derision in his expression. The prince was a fairly quiet man; more forgiving than his forefathers, but still much like them. "Morning," he said, giving a small nod of courtesy. Perhaps he should have apologized for his lateness, but he considered it no fault of his own. "Is everything ready?"
