Ibrahim narrowed his eyes at Amir Qasim, not sure he could ever get used to Amir Qasim blatantly confessing his interest towards his sister. He has been open about it for years now, never once wavering, and if he is being honest, then he would say he secretly hoped Amir Qasim would grow out of it—and this is all just a phase to him. Actually, no. He did not just hope—he prayed that Amir Qasim would grow to forget all about his sister and drop the topic.
And yet, two years later, there seems to be no sign of that. If Anything, the man's feelings only grows more evident, and he could not quite break the two since his sister seems fond of the man as well, unfortunately. 
So, Ibrahim found himself sighing as he broke his gaze from Amir Qasim's, then looked ahead, before his voice followed. "Yerima..." He started, his tone though still soft as ever, lost its earlier lark. "...do you know why Baba has never allowed Mama and Nusaiba into the palace? And why he keeps them out of sight from the royal family entirely?"
Amir Qasim's brows drew in, then thought of the right answer to give. Truthfully, he had never thought deeply into it. He just thought it was because Malam Tukur is such a conservative man, that he keeps his wife and daughter out of sight to the extent that no one in the palace can actually say they know them. He never considered the possibility that there could be an ulterior motive.
So, Amir Qasim came to a conclusion, and then shook his head. "No, I do not."
Another sigh escaped Ibrahim's lips, and in that moment, he was not the child-like friend Amir Qasim knew him to be, but rather a man that could stand for his family. "Because the royal court is a dangerous place, and you know that more than anyone." His gaze found Amir Qasim's, and his frown deepened. "You more than any other person knows the type of life one lives in the royal palace. Our family may not have much, but at least we have peace of mind away from the politics of royalty. Do you understand what I am trying to say?"
Amir Qasim's expression mirrored his friend's, a frown tugging the corner of his lips. "What are you trying to say, Ibrahim?"
"My sister is too innocent for a life there," Ibrahim stated, finally vocalizing his real thoughts regarding the entire thing to Amir Qasim. "She is from a humble home, way too innocent for the cruelty and life that awaits one behind the walls of the royal palace. Not just I, but if Baba and Mama are to hear of your intentions towards her, they will never agree. And even if they do, Yerima," He paused, a heavy weight pressing his heart down at the thought, "It is solely out of the respect they have for you, and thus, makes them unable to turn you down. But, not because they would want it as well."
Ibrahim does not have any problem with Amir Qasim—he can vouch for the man anywhere that he is a good person. And if he was not a royal, one of such high position, then he would be more than glad and honored to hand his sister over if she so desires. But, ultimately, the position and family Amir Qasim comes from---his poor, innocent, sister does not stand a single chance. 
Amir Qasim was not quick to respond, it was obvious he was digesting Ibrahim's words and letting them settle in his mind. Truthfully, he had thought of that possibility, but hearing it from Ibrahim's lips made it sound even more real and serious, and he could not help but find himself in a state of doubt. 
Ibrahim, upon noticing the state the man is in, then proceeded to add. "Not to mention, you will soon marry a Princess from a Caliphate as prominent as Kubi. Do you really think my sister stands a chance?"
"Ibrahim, she has my heart." Amir Qasim stated without a hint of hesitation, his words earnest.
Ibrahim offered him a sad smile. "But is that enough to guarantee her safety?" They both knew the answer. Ibrahim does not have any doubt that Amir Qasim adores his sister-he knows and believes that, but to be honest, in the real world, what exactly is love worth?