The lithe young scholar strolled into the grand dining hall wearing a simple but elegant dark grey cloak and exquisite violet robes, more specifically, the robe was predominantly a dark shade of eggplant with thistle and Columbia blue designs at he corners of the mantle, but today, he hadn’t the time for the servants to do something with his hair considering he slept through most of the Empress’ inauguration, so he had the servants at his estate comb all the knots out. Simple, yet pleasing to the eye.<br/><br/>Soren only recently caught wind of the information of the Emperor’s execution by way of one of the many messengers under the Empress, and he was not at all impressed by her spectacle. No different from the Emperor, he thought. Soren loathed the idea of public executions. What purpose did it serve other than to instill fear in her subjects? He already began to dislike her, but he knew only to well that he had better be watchful with his tongue else he be thrown off the balcony in lieu of the old Emperor.<br/><br/>“Aisha,” he calls out, gesturing his nimble hand. He noticed the poor woman had had it up her shoulders with the other nobles. It was expected in the life of harem girl. “I want you to come with me, Aisha.” A thin smile appears on his lips.”We are going to be meeting someone…”