<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/Jagwaar/shazadi12b_zpsbdi1kpro.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Shazadi<br/><strong>Race/Culture:</strong>Jinn-Blooded Bedu<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Crimson Palace (con't from The Thirteen Monkeys)<br/><strong>Day/Time:</strong>Yaus al-Niwt (Day of Houses), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Late Morning<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Rashid<br/><hr/><br/>The kiss overwhelmed her as Rashid pulled her close, making her dizzy as he wrapped his arms around her, practically drawing her breath from her body. By the time he released her, Shazadi’s heart was pounding at a feverish pace, lips tingling with the remembered feel of his mouth on hers as his eyes bored into her soul.<br/><br/>Rashid’s declaration of love was more heartfelt and poetic than anything from the ancient tales, and the promise he offered was more than any woman could ask for. “Well, it’s a good thing that I’m no maiden then,” Shazadi chuckled, “for what do maidens know of love? I’m old and wise enough to look beyond the temptation and trappings of a pretty face to find the beauty within. Only then do you know the real measure of a man.” She paused to smile up at him, gently stroking his check with her thumb. “Besides, you do yourself a disservice. What I see pleases me greatly.”<br/><br/>Shifting, Shazadi turned in his arms, sitting up and tucking her legs underneath her body so that she could look at him eye to eye, on the same level. “But I beg you, do not put me on a pedestal,<em>habibi</em>,” she urged him. “I only want your love, not to be worshipped. And, I’m not the perfect woman you think I am.” She chuckled softly at the very idea. “Sharing a life with me will not be without its challenges. You should know what you're getting yourself into before you make so generous an offer.”<br/>