<span style="font-family:Sofia">Amira was.. Uncomfortable. She hated that she went from one revealing outfit to another, but being that she was completely at their mercy, she didn't see much use in fighting it. The silks draped over her curves and when she received full explanation to where the dining hall was held she moved by herself and stood in front of the large doors. They were overwhelming and when she placed her hand against them, she treasured the ornate design carved into the wood. Her eyes traced over it like her lilac eyes and with a gentle smile she took a deep breath in and slowly pushed the door forward. Swallowing hard she noted that the dining hall was long, and at first there was no sign of the king.<br/>
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As Amira made her way towards the table, she couldn't help the sway of her hips. She took in the deep cedar and as she trailed her fingers across it, there was a authentic feel to it. She couldn't explain her sudden fascination with the carpentry, but there was something so foreign and beautiful to it.. She wondered why something so trivial would be so fascinating, but.. This was a new world.. Everything fascinated her, even if they held scorn and dismay for her based on her appearance. <br/>
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Her eyelids fluttered and Amira looked down. She couldn't help but circle the long rectangle table and when she looked behind her shoulder she noticed the way the sun reflected into the room. As her back faced where the head of the table, her back was bare. and the curves of her backside were there to see through the semi-sheer fabric. Amira stared at the sunlight threatening to pour through the room and with a loud bang she quickly turned behind her, another large door closing with the shade of a figure moving closer. She couldn't tell if it was someone announcing the King's arrival or if it was the King himself, but out of reflex she bowed her head and only looked up once she was given permission. <br/>
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Today marked the day where she would not only dine with the King but she would sing for him as well. It was an honor sure, but at the same time they would be alone, and for some reason Amira was incredibly awkward and forward when they were alone. With a slight shake of her head she stood next to the table and looked up and swallowed hard. There was a stagnant air in her chest and as she felt it, there was an involuntary tremble in her fingers. She didn't recall the last time she was so nervous.. But she sure hoped she wouldn't trip over her words like some idiot. </span>