Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2016 21:51:37 GMT -5
Several days passed before Zara had a chance to seek out her sister, despite once more residing under the same roof. Amirah had not spoken jestingly when she mentioned that the Caliph's household was in a state of chaos. Nearly every room was occupied by at least one person, typically more. She herself was sharing sleeping quarters with Amirah, a matter of delight rather than difficulty for her considering that the Caliph's youngest daughter was her dearest friend, and perhaps the only one with whom she could peaceably co-habitate.
In that intervening time, the younger of the al-Faris sisters was able to enjoy slumbering on a bed that was not moving or choked with dust, to bathe at length to remove every last vestige of the road from her hair and person, and to begin getting settled into the general routine of the Caliph's household as the latest in a long line of hostages. Zara did not ask for special treatment or exceptions to be made for her as a result of her proximilty to Inayla; she had no question that she was not here as the sister to the next Calipha, but as a surety against her father's loyalty.
That did not mean, however, that she didn't want to see her sister, to talk with her and convey messages from their father. No matter what their respective statuses were within the household, Inayla was still her blood. Zara needed to see and speak with her, wanting to be reassured about the whole thing. Approaching the chambers that were hers, she paused to apprise the guard of her name and to inquire if Inayla would permit her to enter.
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Inayla bint Siraj al-Faris