<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Omar</span><br/><br/>Omar followed behind the Lady Fool as she showed them to their rooms, after getting to meet Princess Juliette. He grinned when soon after Jelanda stood beside the door of his own room. However, he was at the moment locked in conversation with the young Prince Roran, a very... lively young man. "Do all of you know how to fight? Even Princess Lenally?" he asked curiously, to which Omar lightly smiled.<br/><br/>"Yes, even Lenally, though she's not allowed to join on the battlefield," Omar answered.<br/><br/>Princess Elise now joined the two, hearing their conversation, "They have another sister too who is quite skilled, I've heard."<br/><br/>Omar looked to Elise, his thoughts dropping for a moment- Naomi. He cleared his throat, "Yes, that is correct, Prin-" he caught himself, "Naomi... she is second oldest in our family. Unfortunately she has not been able to make the trip with us."<br/><br/>"Oh?" Elise said, "Is that because she's still cloistered within a monastery?" she asked, knowing well of the story of Naomi.<br/><br/>Omar's eyes met with Elise's as Roran now spoke up, "Why is that?" he asked, innocently and stupidly enough.<br/><br/>Elise gave a sly grin, "Well, some times a woman brings dishonour to her family by being... a bit wild, a monastery helps her family reclaim their honour, as well as her title. How is she doing, by the way?"<br/><br/>Despite keeping calm, the fire in Omar's eyes had been roused- exactly as Elise had intended to, not yet having seen a temper or coldness from this one. "Last I've heard she's doing very well," he answered, "Now if you'll excuse me, I must prepare myself for tonight," he said, giving a light bow before turning and retiring to his room without dismissing himself from the company of others.<br/><br/><em>Naomi</em>. It had been some time since he had seen his younger sister and closest sibling. He took it particularly hard when he had found out how his sister had been taken advantage of by that couple and her innocence and honour had been slain. In fact, he had made it a matter of business to properly dispose of that couple within hours of the news. After that, Naomi just couldn't seem to control her carnal urges, no matter how much Omar scolded her, no matter how much he tried to protect her- nothing worked as he heard more and more rumours of his beloved sister opening her legs for more and more people- men and women alike.<br/><br/>When she had been sent to the monastery, their time shortly before was some what fiery. He tried to insist that the monastery would be a good route for her, as she pleaded for him to try and encourage their parents differently. Both had said things they didn't mean and Omar had never before raised his hand to any woman but he had come so very close- her words stinging him. When she left, Omar did not even bother to send her off. He had never regretted any thing more. He had only hoped that Naomi had known that he didn't mean the things he had said, that he still loved her as a brother and would always love her.