<span style="font-family:Sofia">Amira didn't understand why there had been so many people here so eager to get rid of her when she hadn't done anything wrong.. Was it because of the way she was dressed? She supposed that could be a reason for her to be subjected to hatred but the constant being called a harlot one way or the other was getting old and fast. Her eyes narrowed and her brow furrowed as she thought about the woman in front of her and how she guarded her instrument with her form. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"Wh-What? I.. I didn't.."</span> Amira looked down and she chewed at her lower lip uncomfortably. <br/>
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When she brought up the king, Amira's eyes showed confusion. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"Your life..?"</span> She tilted her head and as there was a nearby cloth hanging up, she grabbed it and wrapped it around her lithe form and watched the woman, careful not to approach her. However, the woman came closer to her and when she watched the bronze skinned woman Amira couldn't help but feel her eyelids flutter. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"Me? I'm.. The King requested that I sing for him tonight. I.. Don't know of any intentions beyond that."</span><br/>
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Amira couldn't help that her brow furrowed further and she shook her head. Pushing herself up onto her feet she let out a huff, suddenly upset about how someone could disrespect the King within his own castle. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"Regardless of what His Majesty's intentions may be it is not your place to know them. Just like I, you listen to what you're told and act accordingly."</span> She let out an impatient huff and she shook her head, turning away from the woman, hearing blind praise to a god she probably never saw.. All of those lunatics were like that.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"Unless you are the queen, his decisions are his alone. The King needs not answer to anyone.. He can do as he wishes, and I must prepare so if you'll excuse me."</span> Amira quickly scampered off and when she walked back towards where her original maid was she thought back on how she so quickly ran to defend him. She didn't even know his name and she was acting like some sort of slut to his cock. Amira owed him a debt, and he was going to make sure that she lived comfortably and without worry.. That was the only reason she stood up for a man like him. He was different.. And not necessarily by looks but.. He enticed her curiosity and honestly that was the first time she could say that about any man that she had come into contact with.<br/>
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As she approached the maids she found a screen for her to change behind with silks that would capture her curves and beauty like that of a concubine. With a blush spreading across her cheeks Amira looked from side to side and carefully tied the <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F236x%2Fff%2F39%2Fb8%2Fff39b836dba2224a7b359b42ef91f27c--long-gowns-goddesses.jpg&amp;hash=492e6457e919c258a1073b43ef43c8a7" href="https://i.pinimg.com/236x/ff/39/b8/ff39b836dba2224a7b359b42ef91f27c--long-gowns-goddesses.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">rose silks</a> around her. It seemed revealing and it was all too much for her to bear.. But as she looked across at the water on the horizon.. Amira stopped thinking about that and instead thought on what she would do for him and.. What his expectations may have been.</span>