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‘ to war. ‘ the answer came almost immediately, sakina preferring to stir up the pot of misfortune and uncomfortable ideals than to agree with the general population. what did she care about war or peace. peace was boring, war was better. better yet, war where she did not even have a lift a finger was the best. 

in arthur’s eyes the ball was no different than any day of talks, peace itself was a masquerade, tonight just had more dancing. like with the conference, his attendance at the party was one he did out of duty not because he wanted to attend and the spot he had claimed at the bar, knocking back spirits and only chatting to the bartender showed thatt. he just willed the evening to be over. “ to peace, “ he said in a way of a toast to no one in particular. 

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bristling at the slight, sakina threw him a withering look as her hand clenched around her mask stick. ‘ -- you had better not DARE to think that i will be the one to fetch something for you. YOU should be getting ME a drink !! ‘

Entering the ball room, Victor surveyed the sea of people and sighed deeply. “I need a drink… Or several.” He mumbled to himself as he searched for the nearest staff member. 

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ok folks !! this is sakina featuring the beautiful aiysha ( petitions to have atlantis be remade with only her pls && ty !! ) 

she’s from turkey. her father is one of many sultans and her mother was one of his slaves from his personal harem. she’s never stepped foot in there because it’s beneath her unless she’s forced to by her grandmother as an example. 

she’s one of three sisters. ( suavantes you mean). and all three are bizarrely aloof from their people and great liars. she’s kind of a mean girl when it comes to her people, and honestly she does Not care about them. literally. you know how there are some royals who are all about making sure their people are well fed and what not? this isn’t one of them. she genuinely believes that there’s an endless supply of them and one time convinced her hand maiden to jump in a lion’s den because she could. she and her sisters all compete to stay in their father’s favor-- it’s not easy. sister’s are more like frenemies than anything. it’s a dog eat dog world kind of thing. 

the weather forecast: she’s currently in her father’s bad graces and was banished for the time being to one of the old palaces on the outskirts of istanbol. she convinced her mother to convince her father to let her be of some use and since he couldn’t be bothered to show up to these negotiations, for now, sakina has decided to be somewhat useful.

not that she will be, she again does not care about her people and therefore what happens should war strike again. 

thinks her family is the bee’s knees. but love is a relative term. gets along better with her dad than her mom, which is saying a lot tbh. 

tl;dr basically this is a woman who is constantly fighting to stay in dad’s favor. dad’s p. mean and therefore she does mean things to stay on his good side that the rest of the world may deem inappropriate. 

BUT BUT maybe she can be redeemed? 

possible plot points: 

-a friend who ‘trains’ her to be a better person -mean girls club -follows the trope of spoiled princess. does Not fight. instead, has her companions do her dirty work. also follows Daddy’s Girl trope, only is rarely even acknowledged.  -is betrothed to an ally of the turks. (this is totally up to anyone!) 

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sakina savante sultana of turkey during the masquerade dance. 

(could not find a mask that fit my idea but she’ll be wearing one!)

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     ‘ hmph !!   -- i thought these ROMANS were meant to be fun. i have yet to see anyone be eaten by lions. ‘   a petulant voice speaks up around the sea of unknowns and masks, hers something purple and thorny -- the gems embedded to show off her family’s wealth.