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Where are you from?

Ischia. It's in Cisali. I don't... know where it is from here.

I might have to google that one later. Well, welcome to the United States. I'm Isabel.

Darvish. *Takes her hand and raises it to his lips* A pleasure, Lady Isabel.

*Oh, that was all kinds of smooth and for a second she's a little speechless.* It's nice to meet you too, Darvish. Are you visiting or did you move here?

That depends entirely on if I can find my way home.

*Chuckles* That remote?

Apparently. No one I've spoken to has even heard of it.

Is it near something bigger? I mean I don't even know what continent it's in.

We're an island, so we don't have many neighbors. Nearest is Ytaili, I think.

Unfortunately, I don't know where that is either.

Not at all surprised.

So what do you do?

Do?

A job?

Oh, that. *Waves a hand* I don't.

Yeah, I'm more focused on school right now myself.

Schooling. *Shakes his head* Never could stand it, myself. Bane of my tutors.

You had tutors instead of regular school? Is that normal where you are from?

Well, of course. For those of noble blood.

You come from noble blood? Are you someone important?

Not if it's going to make you think less of me. *Charming grin*

Why would it make me think less of you?

It does, sometimes. *Wry smile* Allow me to present His Royal Highness, Prince Darvish Shayrif Hakem, third son of his Most Exalted Majesty the King of Cisali. *Bows with a flourish*

*Sort of chokes then her jaw drops. It's only when she realizes she's gaping at the man, that she closes her mouth and struggles to find the right words.* I... wh... Prince? Are you serious?