Kaveh gazed into the mirror, his eyes solely focused upon his own body. How his clothes cling to his body, how his jewelry reflects/shines with each small movement as he slowly motions his arms, recalling how the movements feel familiar. He doesn’t know how he got here, but he knows there’s something he must do. The door creaks open and he’s called out. Kaveh takes a breath, knowing that there’s no turning back once he walks out that door. Despite having told some men that he wasn’t supposed to be here, he found that it was futile to try explaining his situation again, so he strides out with a facade of confidence. The warmth and golden glow of the palace hugs him as he stands on stage. Figuring he’s expected to show respect towards the King, Kaveh bows, not expecting to be met with a familiar face when he glances up. They make eye contact. No doubt, those eyes, it’s Alhaitham, or at least him in some way.

King Deshret’s eyes narrow and he simply breaks eye contact with the performer. Seemingly unimpressed, but his interest is piqued. With a lazy hold up of his hand, the atmosphere seems to tense and the musicians and dancers get into place. Alhaitham makes the motion, signaling for the performance to start…. When Kaveh doesn’t make any attempt to start, The King seems about ready to motion for the quick end, but Kaveh starts moving now.

Alhaitham pauses, watching intently from his throne which sat upon three steps as he gazed at Kaveh. His eyes watching every movement as the performance starts…