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A quick-bodied fellahin came bounding down the hall to where she worked, issuing an order of summons, to which Nazli was meant to follow without question. She had been half finished a task and the fellahin agreed to finish it for her, and prompted her to move quickly; the princess waited.

It had been some time since Nazli had been summoned in such a way, and with the onset of the party and then the ritual, and the resulting chaos of being needed in the palace for cleaning and the like, Nazli was not expecting to be called forth. She moved quickly to find the girl and drew up behind her, sucking in a quick breath so as to steady her racing heart.

Divine one, she murmurs, crouching there in wait for orders.