Rites

See a noble

[xiaochou.name] wishes for you to introduce one of the noble lovers you’ve spoken of before—it has questions about desire, and it seeks his perspective.

ID: 5000306

Type: None

Tips: None

Duration: 1 days

Waits For: 0 days

Marked as New Only on First Occurrence: 0

Starts Automatically: No

Triggers Result Automatically: No

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Tag Tips Up: None

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Slots

Slot #1
The Mirror

Locks: No

Is Key: No

Is Empty: No

Is Enemy: No

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Regular

[s1.name] joined the little gathering you had arranged—perhaps due to the magic, but in any case, Maggie voiced no objections to the guest's sudden appearance. Even when [s1.name] bluntly asked her thoughts on power and desire, she took no offense. Instead, she smiled—at you: "Did [player.name] put you up to this?"

Without waiting for an answer, she continued, "Men love to complicate simple things, give them strange names, then claim women don’t understand. But is that really so?"

"Take us, for example. Perhaps—just perhaps—my marriage began as a union of convenience, a merging of houses for mutual gain. But what has carried us to this day? Could it be anything other than the two of us?"

You broke into a cold sweat, as if you’d dare say no.

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Iman’s gaze lingers between you and [xiaochou.name] for a moment before he kneels opposite you, lifting a cup of jasmine tea to his lips. When [xiaochou.name] posed the question of power and desire, he paused briefly, then offered his answer.

"What is forbidden only grows stronger. That is where sin takes root." His eyes flicked toward you, cool and knowing. A light too bright repels some while drawing others—he understood the logic well, just as he was not blind to your deliberate closeness, your tainted hunger.

But, as he himself had said—was his desire for you any purer?

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"Oh! Is that so?" After hearing [s1.name]’s question about "power and desire," Nayla twirled a lock of her pretty curls around her finger, pausing—uncharacteristically—to think. But soon, she shrugged it off with a careless laugh. "I’ve met plenty of men who groveled at my feet. If they pleased me, I rewarded them. If they displeased me... well, who did they think they were?" She spun tales of these men without hesitation, much to [xiaochou.name]’s amusement.

Clearly, in her eyes, such lowly creatures could never threaten her lofty station—not even for a moment. What a vain, foolish woman.

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At first, Qais seemed utterly bewildered—how could he not recall a close friend like [xiaochou.name]? But soon, his expression grew distant, and then he was chatting eagerly with [xiaochou.name], as if reuniting with an old friend.

After a torrent of hollow talk—ideals, realm, politics—[xiaochou.name] abruptly shifted the tide: "What do you think of desire? Some say it’s tied to power."

"I disagree," Qais dismissed the idea without hesitation. "Otherwise, wouldn’t the Sultan be the most desired man in the land?"

Well... you had no idea how to respond. Gais, too, seemed to realize his blunder. The gathering ended awkwardly in the sudden chill, with only [xiaochou.name] thoroughly pleased. Mirrors do love secrets.

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At [xiaochou.name]'s question, Fatuna’s usual composure seemed to crack ever so slightly.

"I see no issue with it," she said, lifting her teacup to gently blow away the rising steam. "Those with power inevitably relish its privileges, while those without naturally gravitate toward it, offering tribute in exchange for protection. It’s not just desire—this is how the world turns."

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Zaki could hardly be called "powerful" in your presence. The overly young boy had tasted desire, but the "world of adults" remained far beyond his grasp.

Soon, [xiaochou.name] lost interest, and discontentedly believe that you were merely humoring it.

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The moment "power" was mentioned, Mahir’s eyes flashed.

"Power ruins everything—it’s like an impurity left in a flask, tainting whatever it touches!" She wrinkled her nose in disgust. "Fathers push you to marry, mothers force you to learn household rule—every parent shoves their children into molds carved by their fathers, all for the sake of a name and a sliver of power. Like pots fired by a potter. So dull! So dull!"

Her sudden outburst had [xiaochou.name] nodding fervently, seizing her hand as if it found a kindred spirit...

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You settled onto the cushions, sharing wine and idle chatter, drifting through trivial matters. Under [s1.name]’s guidance, the conversation soon turned to desire and power.

Faraj had little passion for power—otherwise, he wouldn’t have acted more like a humble servant in your presence. He refilled your empty cup before speaking. "The other day, my father sent another letter urging me to return home."

Faraj had never complained of such things to you before. You straightened, listening intently.

"He’s grown old, always insisting I take over the family business, inherit the lands—not ‘waste time’ trailing after [player.name]. But I told him, no man’s effort, however tenfold, could match serving a wise master. They call me mad. I say they don’t understand."

When he looked at you, his eyes held that familiar, eager need for approval. Without thinking, you clapped his shoulder. No more words were needed.

As for [xiaochou.name]… watched it all, thoughtful.

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Extra

Gazing into the Mirror
The next day—you cast a casual glance at the ancient silver mirror hanging in your hallway, its surface worn by time, once capable of reflecting only faint, ghostly shapes. But now, the figure in the mirror stares back at you with unsettling clarity. A shiver runs down your spine as you realize it must be [s1.name]. It offers you an inscrutable smile, then, in the blink of an eye, the mirror reverts to its usual state—as if it were nothing but a trick of the light.

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