Location: City of Devit - ROYAL MANSE
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Caelan Valoren
Anavi stood at the edge of the grand courtyard, the bustling sounds of Devit's royal palace muffled by the weight of her thoughts. The palace, nestled on the golden hills of Lazerian IV, gleamed beneath the sunlight. Despite the grandeur around her, her focus was solely on the thoughts of her childhood friend, Caelan, who she had not seen in nearly two years since she had started her training as a padawan in the New Jedi Order.
Caelan, now King of Devit—though Anavi still couldn't quite reconcile the title with the boy she once knew—had changed in ways she hadn't anticipated. At the coronation, something in his eyes had shifted, a distance she hadn't noticed before. It was as though the weight of the galaxy had settled into his very bones, altering his youthful spirit. His smile, once a constant companion, had been more restrained, shadowed by loss and the responsibilities now thrust upon him.
Anavi chewed nervously on her lower lip as she approached the entrance. She was excited to see him, to catch up, but there was a knot in her stomach. Caelan had always been her anchor, her closest friend since they were both children, when they would play in the palace gardens while their parents talked of politics and war. But something had changed. The liberation of Devit from the hands of the Obsidian Syndicate had cost him dearly—his parents, the heart of his kingdom, lost in the chaos of war.
She could still remember the last time they'd spoken, just before she left to complete her training on Coruscant. The look in his eyes that day had been filled with so much hope, so much optimism. Now, all she saw in him was the heaviness of a crown that didn't quite fit.
Taking a deep breath, Anavi stepped through the palace doors. She couldn't help but wonder if the friend she was about to see was still the same Caelan who had once dreamed of exploring the stars. Or if, like the planet itself, he had been irrevocably altered by the trials of war. Her bright blue eyes searched the grounds around her as if there might be some answer to the questions racing through her mind. The last time she had seen her friend he was a boy but the coronation ceremony had made him look different. Something was off an Ana intended to find out what.
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Anavi stood at the edge of the grand courtyard, the bustling sounds of Devit's royal palace muffled by the weight of her thoughts. The palace, nestled on the golden hills of Lazerian IV, gleamed beneath the sunlight. Despite the grandeur around her, her focus was solely on the thoughts of her childhood friend, Caelan, who she had not seen in nearly two years since she had started her training as a padawan in the New Jedi Order.
Caelan, now King of Devit—though Anavi still couldn't quite reconcile the title with the boy she once knew—had changed in ways she hadn't anticipated. At the coronation, something in his eyes had shifted, a distance she hadn't noticed before. It was as though the weight of the galaxy had settled into his very bones, altering his youthful spirit. His smile, once a constant companion, had been more restrained, shadowed by loss and the responsibilities now thrust upon him.
Anavi chewed nervously on her lower lip as she approached the entrance. She was excited to see him, to catch up, but there was a knot in her stomach. Caelan had always been her anchor, her closest friend since they were both children, when they would play in the palace gardens while their parents talked of politics and war. But something had changed. The liberation of Devit from the hands of the Obsidian Syndicate had cost him dearly—his parents, the heart of his kingdom, lost in the chaos of war.
She could still remember the last time they'd spoken, just before she left to complete her training on Coruscant. The look in his eyes that day had been filled with so much hope, so much optimism. Now, all she saw in him was the heaviness of a crown that didn't quite fit.
Taking a deep breath, Anavi stepped through the palace doors. She couldn't help but wonder if the friend she was about to see was still the same Caelan who had once dreamed of exploring the stars. Or if, like the planet itself, he had been irrevocably altered by the trials of war. Her bright blue eyes searched the grounds around her as if there might be some answer to the questions racing through her mind. The last time she had seen her friend he was a boy but the coronation ceremony had made him look different. Something was off an Ana intended to find out what.