The Duke was a man few really knew outside of the Aieden Providence on Northern Alderaan. Kyle was the successor of his father, the former Duke Onan DeVoe of the Great House DeVoe, whom had stepped down 10 years earlier when his wife Duchess Grace DeVoe had taken ill.
The former Duke had been very popular in the courts when The Queen Mother had reigned. And it was without say that the present Duke had indeed made an official appearance in the Royal House of Organa when he became Head of House DeVoe. But that were 10 years ago and it was more of a formal ceremonial transition of power between his father the former duke and himself.
It were at that ceremony that Duke Kyle DeVoe swore allegiance to the Royal House of Organa and to defend Alderaan as his forefathers had done.
Now Duke Kyle DeVoe was present once more in the Royal House of Organa. On this occasion, he came to answer the call of his queen for him to accept a seat on the Council. A Council which for many generations had been dormant. But the galaxy was now more divided then ever and Alderaan had risen to answer the call for unity. And this unity was growing, prospering like a well kept garden...bearing already fruits...hope, prosperity and peace among the systems it influenced.
It were also the same reason that House DeVoe under the current Duke Kyle DeVoe had more concentrated on fortifying the Norther planetary defenses than keep court.
It were without say that Duke Kyle DeVoe was almost the opposite of his younger daughter Marina, in terms of political views. The Duke was very militaristic and believed in a strong military both for defense of Alderaan and that of her allies.
Marina on the other hand was a Traditionalist like her ancestors were on Old Alderaan.
The Duke had come in his formal black dress attire befitting the Duke of the North. His beard were not as trim as most who made visiting courts a daily fashion. He was what many in the lower valleys and fertile hills of Alderaan called mountain men, for they rarely came off the Aiden Mountain Regions. But his stature were one that not only projected pride, honor and loyalty...but an air of love for his Alderaan that needn't be advertised with speeches, nor attending elaborate balls and galas. He were a man who once given his word...it were said to carry the weight of the very mountain upon which his house were set upon.
Duke Kyle DeVoe in formal black attire, as he meets his Queen.
The Duke was lead in, with the announcement of his presence.
His walk were not of a man charging, nor were it one of uncertainty. It were one of a loyal Duke approaching the call of his queen
"Your majesty." He had stopped a few paces from his queen and rightly bowed his head in respect of her royalty.
"If I first may apologize.... I stand here humble, under my queen's objective for the two day delay in response to her honored request." He spoke, in a semi third person perspective as it were often done in matters such as these.
It was indeed true, he had replied and requested his presence with the queen two days after his daughter had delivered him the queen's message.
But it were not because of his lack of interest, no.
He had first presented it to his family, who had been quite eager for him to accept it. Then, he had to confer with his staff and generals on the feasibility of maintaining the Northern Defenses at their optimal before he could commit to the task of joining the Council. His understanding was that the Council had not been activated for many generations and that it would require much of his time and effort which currently had been on the Northern Planetary defenses. He had to make certain that the defenses would remain as fortified and strong as they had been, should he take a seat on the Council.
"House DeVoe which has been loyal under the Royal House Organa for many Millennia is here present to accept her majesty's honored gift of serving her House and Alderaan under an unbroken oath."