Beneath the veil of fear

Delaeni's ears twitched at the sound of approaching footsteps, rousing her from her slumber beside Azoula. Her heart quickened its pace as she recognized the weight of his presence in the den, sending a shiver down her spine. Avoid him. Avoid him. Avoid him. She tried to calm her nerves as Azoula’s advice looped in the back of her mind, but the fear of the Sultan's threatening nature lingered with significant force in the air between them.

As Azoula was dismissed with a growl, Delaeni's breath caught in her throat, her pulse racing with a mixture of anxiety and trepidation. She swallowed hard, trying to steel herself for the impending interaction. Drawing upon what little courage she could muster, she shifted slightly to face Sephiran, her gaze downcast and deferential. "S-Sultan?" Her voice wavered slightly, betraying her inner turmoil. She fought to keep her composure, her trembling form betraying her attempts at steadiness. "Is... is there something... you require?" She spoke in a soft, hesitant tone, hoping to placate the unpredictable brute and avoid drawing his ire.

"Delaeni Terblanche"