Private A Knight's Tale

[Seva Geroux]

Geroux Estate
Commenor​

“How could you do this to me?” Seva asked, fixing her parents in a narrow gaze.

“It’s for your own good, you know --”

Lady Seva Geroux crossed her arms, her posture straight and stubborn. Her father had to bend first; normally, he’d bend backwards completely and give in to her will. However, she noted a strange sense of defiance in her father’s eyes this afternoon. She canted her head to the side, slightly taken aback.

“How could you?” She repeated and turned swiftly with a huff.

She had been invited to attend a party on Chandrila, where she would make her debut of the season. Seva had purchased a new gown for the occasion and she had already RSVP’d ‘yes’ for the occasion. It would be humiliating to not turn up; she had to make an appearance at the very least. But now… with a Jedi chaperone?

If only they knew.

If only. But they did not know -- and she was determined to keep it that way. Her force-sensitivity was a closely guarded secret; she kept her abilities concealed from prying eyes (or sensing through the force). The things she did, training and such, were never spoken of. In her parent’s eyes, she was a spoiled girl. When, in reality, she was a spoiled girl and secretly… a Jedi. She did not need some white Knight to escort her to the party, but here she was -- forced to play the part of damsel in distress.

Her parents had heard juicy gossip about pirates targeting wealthy travelers to hold for ransom and jumped at the opportunity to flex their credits. And, of course, they did want to protect Seva, too. Despite the fact that the core worlds were rather well protected, the Geroux patriarch was not about to take any risks. He turned to his daughter.

“Go to the landing and meet him. He will take you in his ship and then escort you to the party,” he said, and added “Please be amiable — he’s here to help.”

Seva let her mind wander, ignoring her father’s bragging, he is a Knight from a well-known family. Not to mention he’s worked in the Outer Rim, these pirates would be fools to cross him!

Fools indeed, Seva thought to herself as she sighed and resigned herself to her fate. This task she’d set her mind to would be that much more difficult now, trying to evade Jedi as well. And so, she lifted the hem of her dress and went out to the family’s landing pad to await her ride to the party…

Jared Starchaser

 

[Jared Starchaser]

Sometimes you had to take the jobs that came your way. Jared was always looking for jobs and at sometimes, even ones in the core, ones that weren’t really looking for him. His name had a lot of connotations. Starchaser. Master Starchaser of the Jedi, or his sister, Kaia, of the Wardens. Protectors and Jedi. Jared though… he had his Jedi training but during the time from the collapse of the OPA, he and others had taken to training and expanding their skills.

The galaxy was a rough place, and the Jedi, for all that they were stalwart protectors, they had their shortfalls, their inability to act proactively to cut the head off of a serpent, as it were. But Jared and his people, Hunters of the Fringe, Jensaarai, fringe Forcers, knew that the light had to be defended, but sometimes in order to create more, you needed a little dark, to allow it to shine brighter.

Having been told the job is on Commenor and the destination was Chandrilla. Clean core worlds. Takign the Tequila Sunrise, he brought her into dry dock for a few hours to clean the ship in and out, and touching up her exterior orange paint. As he waited for his cargo… escort… the woman he was escorting, he stood, wearing slacks with Corellian blood stripes on them, a fairly clean off white Henley shirt and a light navy jacket over it. Seeing that a woman was on the landing bay already, he looked to his side and stated something to the BD unit at his heel before making his way over to her.

“Lady Geroux, I presume?” He was trying to keep his tone even and reach back to the Corellian accent.

Seva Geroux

 

[Seva Geroux]

Seva squinted at the ship with the orange paint and the man with a red stripe on his pants. The Jedi visage she'd imagined dissolved; he wasn't what she was expecting at all. There was no bearded man in a brown robe present, but rather a young man with green-hued skin. Well, she supposed there was a possibility that the Mirialan was simply the pilot of the ship. However, as he addressed her, this possibility faded, too.

“Yes,” she said, straightening up slightly and appraised him briefly with her eyes. He was attractive in a rugged sort of way, but that did not put him on the same level. Though, if she could get him cleaned up a bit, then it wouldn't be terrible to be spotted in his company.

“That's me. And you must be... Jared Starchaser. How, exactly, do I address you – is it Master Starchaser?” She had to feign ignorance if she was to pull this off.

Behind her, a few maids trotted out with her things – one had two suitcases in hand and the other had garment bags draped carefully over her arms. Seva flashed the latter a sharp glance as if to say, 'wrinkle anything and you're toast.' And speaking of clothing... she hoped he had some nicer clothing. This... ensemble wouldn't quite work for the occasion.

"And my parents did inform you that we will be attending a formal party, didn't they?"

Jared Starchaser

 

[Jared Starchaser]

She was having an issue with the ship? The Nova Starcutter was based off of a design his father made, and this particular one had gotten him out of several scraps. The Outer Rim, for better or worse, was really good at shipbuilding and he had sworn by this one for several years. It may not have the class that someone like Lady Seva would like, but well, very few ships did, unless they were handcrafted. Nubians had the market down on shiny and classy. But well, he knew how things were supposed to be flown.

When she announced who she was and had the next question for him, it took nearly all he had to NOT laugh at her response. “Master? Oh no, Miss Geroux. Just Jared will be fine. Captain Starchaser if you need to introduce me with any certain title.” He was a pilot, this was his ship. Made him captain. He was also an Outer Rim Judge, but he felt that didn’t cover any weight here in the Core worlds.

“They did. But also that I was… a body guard? I figure you’d have an escort already picked out?” Wasn’t that how those shindigs worked? “But I mean… isn’t this formal?” It was Outer Rim formal, for certain. He watched the maids carry the trunks up to his ship, and Hopper, his BD unit was already greeting them, leading them to where they could place her things.

“I’ve moved into the mate’s quarters. You’ll have the Captain’s quarters, best the ship has.” He waved a hand up the ramp. “Once you’re ready.”

Seva Geroux

 

[Seva Geroux]

Seva arched a brow at Captain Starchaser's response. His tone was rather jovial, almost like he found it funny. Was this some kind of joke to him? She angled her chin to the side slightly and viewed him out of the corner of her gaze.

And then it was her turn to try and hide an outward display. For her own part, it was a faint wash of color across her pale face. “A guard, yes,” she said, clearing her throat delicately. “And I suppose you're more of a chaperone if anything. It's not a date or anything like it. I can fill out my dance card once we've arrived,” she said in a haughty tone.

There were reasons for not accepting a suitor tonight.

Namely, so she could sneak off at her leisure without having someone trailing behind her. Well... she was going to have to do that anyway, now that Jared would be attending the party with her. She chose to ignore his comment about his outfit; perhaps the others at the party would understand, with him being hired help and all. She watched for a moment as her things were brought aboard, and then returned her gaze to Jared Starchaser .

“Very well, then,” she said, nodding stiffly. “Let us be on our way.”

Seva stepped towards the ramp and set her hand lightly on Jared's arm in order to board with as much grace as possible. And once they were inside, she lowered her hand back down.

“Lake Andrasha,” she began. “That's where we'll be headed.”

 

[Jared Starchaser]

Was it bad that he was taking this job because he thought it could be easy? How hard could it be, really? Come into the Core, take care of some well-to-do royal daughter, make sure some high and fancy would be assassin stayed away? He was from the Rim, he could handle most things. Maybe not the whole fancy event though, that was something he was going to have to deal with. Guard and chaperone.

“You need a chaperone? You don’t look to be a child.” His Corellian accent filling in now that he was actively speaking it more. It was his native accent but it went away while he was on the Rim, to not be seen as a Core Worlder. “Are you going to have to check me in, like a coat?” It was funny to him, and he tried to crack a smile, but he had no idea if it would land with his charge for the foreseeable future.

If he knew what her mind had in store, he would be very surprised. She seemed like the kind who actually enjoyed these events. Besides, where would one go on Chandrilla? It was one of the worlds that had begun to refound the Republic during that ‘empire’ that was a footmark in history. An important footmark, the end of the Jedi, and the beginning of the new Jedi.

As they entered the ship, he nodded to the galley in the main lounge. “Welcome to stay back here for the flight. Found some fresh produce, frozen meats if you’re hungry. Or you can come up to the bridge.” He stated as he looked at her, giving her a second before making his way to the bridge/cockpit. “Hopper, we’re heading for Chandrilla, can you get me best route?” He was already on his way to his pilot’s seat.

Seva Geroux

 

[Seva Geroux]

Jared's quip about needing a chaperone made Seva's eye twitch. She noted the the way his words were accented now. “If only,” she said in response to his question about being treated like a coat. And for a moment, she imagined leaving Jared at the coat check and being given a little token with a number on it to claim him once the night was through. It was amusing, to be sure, but she didn't let it show.

Seva remained quiet as they entered they entered the ship. Her eyes traveled towards the galley and main lounge as indicated by her new companion. She blinked when he mentioned... frozen meat. No, she'd never be that hungry. All her own meals were prepared with fresh ingredients by their family's chef. Of course, this ship didn't have any of that. And while it didn't look uncomfortable, this wasn't quite what she was used to when it came to travel. Her family's own ships were leisure crafts, they didn't have guns... but she suspected this one did.

“I shall accompany you to the bridge,” she said with a small nod.

There was still some time to chat before she would need to excuse herself to freshen up. She followed his lead and settled into the co-pilot's chair as Jared made preparations for their journey. Her gaze took in the many buttons, levers and switches that controlled the ship – she knew close to nothing about flying and relied heavily on the auto-pilot function to get her where she needed to go (on the rare occasion she went alone).

“I was under the impression that the Starchasers were a Jedi family,” Seva said. Commenor was in Silver territory and the name Starchaser was familiar, even if she'd never met any of them in person. “If you're not a Jedi... then what are you? Just a hired gun?”

Jared Starchaser

 

[Jared Starchaser]

It was just a matter of making sure he fit in the places he was going,t hat was something his father tauht him. Blending in was important. And the easiest way was to speak enough of their language and at least sound like them. From there? It didn’t matter. Most people were already more calm. Still, the woman had a bit of a sense of humor, and the ‘if only’ got a smirk out of the Mirialan. He was hoping it wasn’t going to come down to that, but really, this job was more to watch some rich woman for a few days, and possible longer if the family required it and wanted to keep him employed.

Watching her, he was trying to pry into her aura of the Force, but she seemed to be locked up tight. It wasn’t an immediate warning, some people were just very wound up mentally and it made for some of the best blocks to Force influence and understanding outside of knowing how to block out the Force.

Granted, that being said, he wasn’t trying to mind-probe her, just get an understanding. Nobles were always wound differently.

Was it something he said about frozen meat? He shrugged. “Produce is good though.” He offered as he took the extra second. As she stated she’d be coming to the bridge, he nodded. “Welcome to, second seat is all yours.” Finding his pilot’s seat, he flipped a few switches, one to turn her controls off, and then to start the pre-flight. That was when she asked about his family. “We are a Jedi family. I’m a Jedi by training but not by focus. I serve the Light, but I do it in my own way, with a… lets say, wider tool box?” But that wasn’t going to give her too much she wasn’t a Jedi, he’d have recognized her name, possibly.

Besides, most Jedi didn’t call for a body guard.

Seva Geroux

 

[Seva Geroux]

Seva felt the brush of the force, like a summer breeze against her skin. It wasn't a terribly familiar feeling – but she knew it. She spent little time around other force users lest her dual life would be exposed. However... it wasn't unpleasant. The noble kept her face impassive and her own force signature locked away.

Seated next to Jared, she smoothed down the skirt of her dress and crossed her ankles primly. She watched him out of the corner of her eyes as he started pre-flight. And she listened as he spoke about his family. His words weren't very telling, but she understood the need to keep cards close to one's chest, so to speak.

“I see,” she said, offering a slight nod.

Did they have something in common? Both of them living in the wide shadow cast by their family names – Jared with the Jedi and Seva with the Commenori society. “Then, I take it you do not attend many parties like this,” Seva said, finally turning to look at Jared. “Unless they have formal affairs -- not that I can imagine they do -- in the outer rim... that is where you generally work, isn't it?”

Her doe eyes were wide, awaiting a response. She couldn't sense him through the force without giving herself away. And so, her way of getting to know him was through a bit of snobbish small talk. She was well aware of the way she came across; some of it was on purpose... some of it wasn't. But for now, it would serve her purposes well. Seva reasoned that it didn't matter what he thought of her, not really. She wouldn't care if he didn't like her.

That's what she told herself at least.

Jared Starchaser

 

[Jared Starchaser]

Jared may have lived on Csilla for his formative years, but he was a child of the Golden Beaches of Corellia through and through. Core World born Force wielder was well versed in the warmth of the Core. That was why he ran to the Rim at times, he felt more himself out on the edge, where things were less cautious, less collected, but he still couldn’t fight how the Force portrayed him, warm, and a protector. Perhaps that was why he took this job.

Cosmic intervention.

His attention was on his controls and not her skirts as she moved to take the seat. He was proud of his heritage, of his father’s line, and his mother’s line. But clearly the former was the one that was seen more often. “It’s a bit of a challenge to rise to the occasion that my father’s name produces, but I strive to be as good as he is for the galaxy.” The engines warming up, he looked over at her, the first time since she sat. “Dad was the one who went to government functions, but they were mostly Jedi or military. And he has a reputation of not being one for those types of get togethers.”

“And yes, on the Rim, we have a hard time getting anyone to dress up. But the Rim lets those who make it out there be free. If I was part of any of the Core Jedi Orders, I’d be reprimanded from Coruscant out to Sullust.” For him, Sullust was important, for someone from Commenor? Who knew.

Seva Geroux

 

[Seva Geroux]

Seva arched a brow. The Jedi had formal functions? She had never been part of an Order, nor had she actually interacted with one much. Her own training was informal, self-taught for the most part through practice and secret meetings with a trusted Master – someone that had taken her identity as a Jedi to his grave. She canted her head gently, her eyes suddenly appraising Jared again. He'd just spoken about how his father disliked get togethers... but what about him?

And his comment about being reprimanded did draw something of a smile on Seva's lips. She gave a curt nod in response, but was silently gathering together all of the facts she'd learned about Jared in this short time. He did not conform to the traditional titles of a Jedi, he served the light, but in his own way, he found it difficult to live up to the family name, and he was obviously fond of the freedom that came with the Outer Rim territory.

“Remind me to never attend one of your Outer Rim functions, then,” Seva said, her tone a hint lighter than before. “Appearances are everything in society – I shutter to imagine what people would think of me there.”

Haughty. Snobbish. Stuck-up.

Those were some of the key words that came to Seva's mind. She made eye-contact with the Mirialan man briefly, but her own eyes darted away and she lowered her gaze, as if inspecting her manicured nails.

“Nevertheless,” she continued after a moment. “I'm sure you'll survive the night. It's not all bad, there's free food and drink, after all.” This was a major draw for the more... common folk.

Jared Starchaser

 

[Jared Starchaser]

Some Jedi did, not this one. Jared wouldn’t typically be caught at anything outside of some divey cantina. He just preferred to operate solo, and most meetings could really be a quick comm call and then, boom, you knew everything that was expected. He wasn’t even Temple Raised like some Jedi were, he was, by definition, a drifter, and a vagabond for the Force. He made his way by instinct. And his last name probably helped a little bit. Just a little.

But one should always use their gifts.

As she said she’d opt out from an Outer Rim function he laughed and shook his head. “Lady, I’m not sure that they’d invite you. You have ‘Core Worlder’ written all over!” Shaking his head. “More likely to get ransomed off.” He wasn’t trying to be rude or mean, but the fact of the matter was… that would probably happen. The fact that Jared was raised with enough Core in him to know a bit better than that didn’t mean anyone else on the Rim did.

“You’d be… I don’t know, judged for sure. But if you can prove your worth to the crowd out there? Tends to speak more than where you’re from.” Or who your father was.

“I can definitely do with free food and drink. And what, just keep my eyes on you?”

Seva Geroux

 

[Seva Geroux]

Seva didn't look at him, but Jared was right. She certainly was a core-girl, through and through. “Ransom is what my father is afraid of,” she noted, eyes now straight ahead. For some reason, saying it out loud made her want to leave Commenor behind as fast as she could. “Are we just about ready?” she asked, an impatient hint in her tone. Sometimes, she wondered what it would be like to live differently.

She cut a glance to the side at Jared. And much to her dismay, there was a touch of envy for the freedom he had. She coveted it – secretly, of course.

A brow arched slightly when me mentioned proving one's worth, but she chose to respond to his question instead. “Yes,” she said with a nod. “You are, of course, free to socialize as well – within reason.”

Though she cut her words short, that meant quite a lot of things: don't be rude, don't do anything to embarrass me, don't get drunk, and don't hit on anyone. Seva had a feeling that there would be some ladies that would seek out someone like Jared; the kind of girl that liked that rogue-ish type. His dance card would probably fill up quite fast – faster than she'd like to admit – if he'd been invited as a guest and not a guard.

“These affairs usually last a few hours, but there are those that carry the party on into the early hours. I, however, plan to turn in early. It is the proper thing to do, after all.” Seva glanced at him again. “So, you'll have some down time in a hotel room of your own. My father booked us suites at a lake resort, not far from the host's home.”

Jared Starchaser

 

[Jared Starchaser]

With the topic of ransom firmly on the table, he nodded. That was what he suspected was the reason for his current job. He’d keep her watched over and protected. Beyond that, well, whatever she did at the party, said or did, were going to be on her. The Corellian-Rimmer could keep a lot of people at bay, and with the Force? Even more. “Don’t worry on random this trip. And yes. Just ready now.” He said as he pushed the ship off the floor, lifting up.

Within reason, huh? The Jensaarai-Jedi-Hunter-Guy smirked at the lady of the ship. “Trust me, lady, I won’t be embarrassing you. I can keep just as dark and broody as the next bodyguard!”

The ship was taking off and making its run for space, out of atmosphere of this Core world.

“Do I need to set an alarm to pull you away from the festivities?” Asking in a dry tone. “It may be proper. And that is a proper way to do it, two rooms. Adjoining? For security purposes?” He didn’t care but it would be easier. The Jensaarai watched her for a moment as Hopper gave a quick sequence of beeps and dings.

“Time for hyperspace. Want to do the honors?” She’d find a thrill out of that, right?

Seva Geroux

 

[Seva Geroux]

Well, it was reassuring that she wouldn't be whisked away by some pirates for ransom. She breathed an audible sigh of relief when she felt the ship lifting off. Seva cut a glance at Jared again and arched a brow when he assured her that he wouldn't be embarrassing her at the party. Yes, very well – good. But for or some reason, she doubted that he could be dark and broody... he just didn't look the sort.

“An alarm?” she asked. “Heavens, no.”

She spared a thought for the adjoining room. “Yes, I'd imagine so,” Seva said, giving a curt nod. Her father ought to have thought of that, she concluded. And so, sneaking out would be all that much more difficult. She blinked a couple of times when he asked her to 'do the honors.' Seva's eyes flickered towards the controls, lots of little colorful buttons and switches and things. But, there was one that stood out and she pressed it with a nicely manicured finger.

The stars blurred all around them.

Her eyes tried to focus on the white dots filtering past them, and she was quiet for a long moment. Commenor was already behind them, now she needed to concentrate on getting ready. “I shall retire to my cabin for now,” she said, rising. “Let me know once we've landed, won't you?”

Jared Starchaser

 

[Jared Starchaser]

Jared had a job to do, and he was away from the rest of his territory, that meant that his job was his only goal for the next few days. Bring her out there, let her mingle, bring her home. Simple, short. He was fine with it, and they’d be fine once they arrived. Right now it was only some flight, and then they’d be in her ballpark. He surmised she’d be able to handle herself.

“Was a joke, Lady. I’m sure you’re going to let me know when its time to leave.” The proper people always did. It wasn’t up to a bartender to cut them off. Sometimes that was nice, knowing when to cut oneself off. Not something that happened so much on the Rim.

He leaned back and was ready to assist should she need the hand on the controls, but she seemed to know her way around the ship. That was good. Looking up at her, he nodded. “As you wish. I’ll come get you when we to our destination.” Would give her a few hours, unless she wanted to come out.

The Corellian had a few things to take care of and he set Hopper to the task of getting her once they were out of hyperspace. In the mean time, he was going to be working on calibrating the weapons… again.

Seva Geroux

 

[Seva Geroux]

Jokes. Seva wasn't well versed in jokes. Though, there were times when she appreciated humor... this was not one of them. But, he'd earned a small nod from her when he acknowledged that she was indeed in charge of their evening. The nobles liked that sort of thing, and she was no exception.

Seva made her way back to the cabin that'd been designated as hers for their trip. It was odd, staying in someone else's room. Jared's cabin had a lived-in feel, but it'd been cleaned, which she did appreciate. The decor was rather spartan, featuring necessities rather than luxuries. For the record, she didn't snoop around. Instead, she took some time to rest until they were closer to their destination. And then, she busied herself with getting ready. After all, she'd have to look her best – even if she didn't plan to stick around at the party for long.

She unzipped the garment bags and chose an emerald green gown that shimmered. Seva changed, took a moment to appraise her appearance, and then stepped into the refresher to do her makeup. When she was done, she smoothed down her blonde locks and gathered her things. Her eyes flickered to where her light-foil was concealed in her luggage.

Already, she was planning her exit from the hotel. She'd have to be careful.

A knock on the door alerted her to their imminent arrival, and Seva called out that she'd be along shortly. Her high-heeled shoes clicked along the corridor as she made her way through the ship to meet Jared. “Alright,” she called, her voice would likely find him before she did. “I'm ready to leave.”

The landing pad was close to the venue, it'd be just a short walk along lake, where the sun was swiftly setting.

Jared Starchaser

 

[Jared Starchaser]

On the Rim, and between destinations, it took a bit of wit to keep oneself entertained. And if he was really supposed to be concerned for her well-being, he may as well take it as serious as he could. If it meant setting alarms to check in on her, then it meant alarms. He doubted to nobles at the shindig would be able to put much past him however. A spartan life style made it so that glitz and glam took most by storm, but the man before her was the Son of a Core World.

It meant he knew what tricks would come around, and how to best handle them. He was fine with all that was about to occur. He’d keep his blaster secretly obvious and his lightsaber tucked away. It would work, he supposed. Not every day someone requested a Force user as an escort. Yeah, he may not look the part of an escort for a fancy ball but well, he didn’t need to be.

As they arrived and he was heading to the landing pad, Hopper went to alert Seva Geroux of their arrival as Jared brought the Sunrise down to the landing platform. He took a moment to fix his jacket and put on his good boots, ones that actually looked the part and not just the cleaner-than-the-others boots.

Hearing her voice, he made his way to the boarding ramp. A gunbelt on his waist, his saber tucked away under his jacket. “Is the blaster too much?” He asked, as the ramp began to lower, knowing he had another tucked under the waistband of his slacks at his back.

 

[Seva Geroux]

Seva gave Jared another appraising glance. “Tonight, I think the blaster may actually be a nice touch,” she said, surprising even herself. But there was a reason, after all. “What with all of the abductions and pirates.” Her father would be pleased to send this show of strength. “It'll make a good impression, if you can believe it.”

She almost couldn't.

But, it was time to pull herself together for the sake of appearances. She strode past her pilot-guard and walked towards the party venue with her head held high. There were string lights in the distance and music floating through the evening air. Other men and women, all of them dressed to the nines, were headed in the same direction. Some of them glanced Seva's way and seemed to give a nod of approval at having an armed man in her presence. It was working already.

As they entered the rather lavish home, the family's staff seemed a mix of impressed and concerned by Jared and his blaster. Seva gave Jared a look that said let me do the talking. “He's with me,” Seva said with authority. “I will take responsibility for his actions. Though, I can assure you – he's only here to protect me.” With batting eyelids and lashing fluttering, she flashed a winning smile to ensure their–armed–entrance. The last thing she needed was unnecessary drama; or anything that might damage her father's good name.

She snatched a flute of champagne off a tray. “Well,” she said, looking to Jared. “Now that we're here, we might as well mingle.” Seva didn't notice that she had said we, as though they were a unit, when in fact, they were not.

Jared Starchaser

 

[Jared Starchaser]

The Hunter was now grinning, getting the approval from Seva regarding the blaster. “It’ll keep their eyes on this weapon and not what else I have on me.” Granted, that was really only his lightsaber, and the Force, but if they saw a Blaster pistol, that would get people thinking one way, and not the other. “And yes, it’ll make sense, your escort also working as a bodyguard. Maybe it’ll keep people thinking twice if they were to do anything.” If it came to it, he’d be running out the lightsaber and gettingthe attention brought to him.

“Impressions are definitely what I do.” Good, bad, indifferent, the middle group there was very small.

Keeping himself a half a step behind, for no other ulterior motives than to give her the lead, he was the servant here today. Watching her, the Jensaarai Defender approached the entrance way. Holding his blaster and gunbelt up. “Won’t be a problem, just here as an extra layer of security for Lady Geroux.” His ID chip was a Jedi issue falsified document, allowing him to not bring the attention the Starchaser name brought.

“Well, Lady Geroux, I do not know anyone here. I’ll follow your lead?” He looked, taking a crystal glass with water in it, wanting to keep a clear head.

Seva Geroux