Peak hours of the early morning and Sanaz had rested within her home, the palace was way too uncomfortable for her liking and had to deal with the Lusitanian's wandering around at night and even throughout the day. It seemed like such a surprise that they hadn't killed everyone but only just a few.

After readying herself, the brunette had made way back to the palace as she had quite the feeling that Prince Hermes would be waiting for her there.

Her footsteps walking around, and trying to remember the chamber's of His Highness made her rather curious and yet stopped for a moment and light brown hue's stared down at the red carpet trail that seemed to be all around on the floors of the Parsian Palace.

A light sigh came as she had seen another bunch of feet in present before her, stopping her head had raised to see an older man. He was rather rough-looking and had dirty-blond hair along with a beard, a large build and red robes.

His eyes frowned and stared at her, it didn't seem like he had thought much of her and folded his arms.
"So you are the heathen woman that Silver Mask has taken."

Her eyes widened, annoyed and fist clutched as she could not believe the words that he spoke to her face, to call her such was atrocious for one such as he. Such a word was not offensive in anyway yet the word 'heathen' itself just felt offensive, like they were belittling those who did not believe in Yaldabaoth.

"If I am but a heathen then you are a cur."
Sanaz stands up for herself, a strong and brave look in her eyes. She couldn't allow anyone to say ill about her nor to her face, as such she could say whatever she liked in return.

Such words to the taller man had made him glare at her, he didn't like such words she said to him. Perhaps he was offended in such words she used? Well, she did not simply care at all.

Sanaz had held her breath but could not any longer, pointing she had laughed and tried to stop herself from doing so, it seemed rude but she couldn't help it.
"What's so funny?"

He asked, her hands now placed on her stomach then right arm lifted to wipe the tears coming out.
"You look so hilarious when you're angry."

It was but the simple truth, it wasn't like there was anything that could be done about it but she did need to stop, yet was only making him more angry than before.

The moment then was interrupted, "there you are Prince Guiscard."
Sanaz had stopped laughing as she had froze up. That was...the brother of Innocentis? Her head dropped low as she had felt bad for laughing in front of a Prince, no less at his face and said quite a rude remark too.

But she didn't regret it at all, no one should say anything bad about her or to her and get away with it.
"I see you've met Sanaz."

Prince Hermes says, noticing the two but ignoring the bad vibe that happened between them both. Standing there, she saw Silver Mask turn away, "come Sanaz."
Such an order, she nods her head and smiles as she follows behind. Part of her worries that he saw what happened and is mad at her for being so rude to the Lusitanian Prince but doesn't want to mention anything in case he didn't even see any of that.

After leaving into a separate room, she stops and sits herself down and wondering what he wants from her.
"There is a few things I want you to do for a while."
He says, as she keeps herself quiet and nods herself listening to such orders that he requests of her, ones that she cannot refuse nor say no to - he had personally asked her himself.

The next day, many had spoke of Lusitanian priests hunting those who did not believe in the Yaldbaothian faith without permission, if it was that they felt it was best - how wrong they were. The brunette had a feeling who it was, the one who didn't care and let the power get to the best of him; oh how she wanted to kill him twice as much as what he and his men did to the innocent of Pars.

Such a despicable man Bodin was and would just not allow anyone who didn't believe in Yaldaboath to live; how could anyone call themselves an Arch-priest when they did such evil? How horrendous.

Horses heading out of Pars and unto the battlefield and yet Sanaz could not go, to where of battle they headed she wasn't even sure but to claim part of them, never.
Still, she would obey all that Prince Hermes wanted to her to do and do what was needed, if she could not listen - than what right did she have to serve a Prince?

Late afternoon, a large man had come; brown hair and a rather large build, tall and a face similar to one she could recall, yet it wasn't Sanaz's business to know unless Prince Hermes would of let her know, perhaps he was an ally.

"Allow me to get Silver Mask."
Sanaz volunteer's, wanting to excuse the maid whom had to fetch him yet she had shook her head; that wasn't her job to do so.

"I couldn't allow such to happen, now if you excuse me."
The maid pardon's herself and leaves to fetch Prince Hermes, the visitor had caught the attention of Sanaz but wasn't sure what he had wanted or if there was so a point to chat him up.

Her feet heading off to do night patrol once again, stopped by Prince Hermes and the large guest.
He hadn't said anything at first but allowed the male to stare at her and give a gentle smile, 'she's kinda cute!'

The male had thought to himself, as the Prince opened his mouth to speak and let her know who she was, they were allies of course.
"This is Xandes, the son of late Eran Kharlan."

The brunette had lowered her head in a courteous bow, just for a friendly gesture.
"I'm known as Sanaz, I'm looking forward to work with you."