[Naomi is honestly taken back by the dream of Dastan's past. They've spent quite a bit of time conversing in the last few weeks that he has been here, but this particular fact has never come up before.
She approaches the subject delicately, just as she would want it brought up to her.]
[He stirs as he hears the familiar voice of Naomi. Grabbing his Dreamberry, Dastan sits down and runs a hand in his disheveled hair before offering the woman a small smile]
No, I was not. The King....my father took me in when I was about ten.
[It's a story all of Persia know of, but still the Prince is not at his most comfortable when talking about it.]
[Imagine Tamina's surprise to see familiar faces on the strange little bracelet. After reorganizing the closet linens again -she was going to have to talk to her housemate about that- she closes the door and softly pads upstairs, tentatively peering around the frame of Dastan's bedroom door.]
[He hears the creaking of the wooden floor and he moves to look at his doorway, seeing the Princess sneaking a peek into his room. He bolts up, sitting in his bed, realizing that she has seen his dream. And that this Tamina doesn't know about him being adopted. He gives her a sheepish smile, looking away from her dark eyes]
....I'm sorry you had to learn it this way, Princess.
[The Prince is surprised that she doesn't yell at him for hiding a key information about himself and her simple question leaves him confused for a moment. He shakes his head slowly]
No, not at all. I was already wide awake when I heard you take the stairs.
[He chuckles lightly, ready to tease her to alienate these feelings he can't name yet]
[The foreign voice stirs him from his bed and he brings the Dreamberry from the bedside table to him. Blue eyes assess the young girl before he offers her a small corner smile.]
He did. It took a lot of wrestling matches, of races through the Palace as well as many pomegranate seeds, but we did started to...hum...appreciated one another. Garsiv is not an easy person, but I think our father's lectures about brotherhood have got through his thick skull...
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She approaches the subject delicately, just as she would want it brought up to her.]
You weren't born a prince?
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No, I was not. The King....my father took me in when I was about ten.
[It's a story all of Persia know of, but still the Prince is not at his most comfortable when talking about it.]
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Her next question is not as carefully poised as the first.]
And your parents?
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His smile falters and he shakes his head, eyes to the ground. He barely remembers his parents now.]
I was fending for myself and for my friend Bis for sometime when the King found me at the market...
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....I'm sorry you had to learn it this way, Princess.
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Did I wake you, Dastan? If so, I apologize.
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No, not at all. I was already wide awake when I heard you take the stairs.
[He chuckles lightly, ready to tease her to alienate these feelings he can't name yet]
You truly are not skilled at stealth, Princess.
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He did. It took a lot of wrestling matches, of races through the Palace as well as many pomegranate seeds, but we did started to...hum...appreciated one another. Garsiv is not an easy person, but I think our father's lectures about brotherhood have got through his thick skull...
[He chuckles lightly at the memory]
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I do. I was raised to think that family is everything in one's life.
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