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[Lunafreya Solidor]

Much could be said about Lunafreya. Those who met her thought she was vain and arrogant, those who knew her said she was cruel and unforgiving, and those that suffered in her hands knew best. Proud, lascivious, foul mouthed, strong willed and wild. But above all, she had no patience. Especially with peasants. And in front of her violet, sharp eyes, was a man, a boy for elzeri standards, that dared to speak up against her words. A poor decision.

Like a dance, her wrist moved with surgical precision, without even moving the entire arm, just the wrist. Making his leather whip dance across the hall, rapping on the ground a little in front of the boy, snapping loudly and cruelly.If there was something she was proud of in her abilities that would be how she made that sound sing in the air. Able to tear a bone from the skin, to leave a lasting memory in the skin of who it struck.

And like a snake, in a venomous and dangerous sound, the girl murmured her words harshly.
"As I told you ... In my gracious soul, I found a way to allow commoners like thy person to serve a cause greater than mere lives wasted in filth." The young woman again made her pulse dance, arm and down into the air. Knocking the ground even closer to the insolent boy. And with a devious smile in her fleshy lips, her malicious voice was heard once again. "By what right, mortal, dare you deny me this dance?" Said that. The young woman's leg crawled a little to the front of her body, her wrist swinging again her leather whip, this time causing the tip to strike an inch from the tip of the boy's feet. "Just when you started getting interesting, at least for a commoner."

Even when little, Lunafreya desired power. She always tried to pick fights with boys bigger than her, sometimes she won, sometime she lost, even when playing dirty. It took a long time for her father, King of Kaikielius, to actually decide if she had what it took to learn how to master a sword and a shield.

Before she knew jackpot about the Force, Lunafreya learned how to use a longsword and a round shield, learned how to hunt with a spear, how to kill with an axe, and how to crush her enemies with a morningstar. Her aim was horrible for ancient archery and blasters, but the girl was a prodigy with melee weapons, and when the elzeri learned about the force, everything seemed a lot easier. It took a long time to learn how to slash the whip, and even longer for a lightwhip. Always seeking for a challenge, or to be worshipped, the princess tried her best to first be kind and elegant like her sister, but failed, and when failure was within her grasp, the girl got angry and did bad things. Things that gave her quite the fame among the Barons of the small houses, and the Dukes of the Nine Great Houses.

She broke the wrist of her first fiance when the Baron tried to grope her. Cracked the fingers of three handmaidens for being arrogant, and broke the arms of six soldiers for being considered useless by her cold eyes. She turned her body slowly, almost in mellifluous way to her steward, the elderly elzeri served Lunafreya ever since she was a little infant running around the Villamax in Stampa, the farming moon of her homeplanet.

"Why have I agreed to this?" Her lips made the words flow, accompanied by a sigh. In that whole vessel, none would dare reply her personal comments, but Nelacar was different. His very own existence was making sure that the princess lived up to her lord father's expectations. Iedolas did not forgive failures, not in the light way that other parents forgave, his older siblings were proof of that.

"Your Radiance is a wise ruler, and the King of Iridonia is a very powerful ally." She almost seemed silly thinking about her feelings and she listened to Nelacar talking. If she was like Ashelia she would be to say her mind about this 'I don't love him', but what crowns knew about that? And she knew best, Judge Trakeena in Edom it taught her very well about the price of loving anything other than what could be handled in her hands, for her there should only be duty. "Soon we will dock at the port, my princess."

"Yes..." She murmured, her face resting on her fingers. "Proceed."

 

[Vaulkhar]

For many years, Irdionia remained in the hands of a craven Sith Lord known as Darth Morrow. The woman took over the planet in Vaulkhar's absence, choosing to subjugate it and its honorable people to a life of service to the Sith Empire instead. The Lord of Extinction stewed in rage for some time, waiting for the opportunity to strike out and reclaim his rightful rule of the harsh planet. With the establishment of the New Imperial Order, he and his allies quickly overcame the Sith force that once occupied the world, allowing the fallen Jedi to reclaim the title of King once again. Both King of Iridonia and Executor to the New Imperial Order rarely could Vaulkhar find time for himself in the chaotic galaxy. A war, once distant, inched closer with each passing day. His Inquisition steadily grew in size, requiring his oversight to ensure the operatives at his disposal were both reliable and stalwart.

Sitting atop his solitary throne, Vaulkhar's baleful gaze bore into the door, separating him from the rest of his palace. He could already feel the presence of his steward moving through the halls on the other side. Whatever message he aimed to deliver to the malign King likely held some import, given Vaulkhar refused to see others upon arrival. To brave the monstrosity often left his servants feeling some semblance of discomfort, given his nature as a wound within the force. While Vaulkhar would not harm them, given the connections, he held to the family that once ruled the planet, his very being often did such work for him.

Vaulkhar lazily pushed himself to his feet as the door to the throne room swung open. Rather than await his steward, the fallen Jedi moved across the place to meet him halfway.

"My King, a thousand pardons for disturbing you during your morning meditation. I come with a missive from one King Iedolas, of Kaikielius. He has sent word of his wishes you keep a promise made to him some time ago. He asks you to meet his daughter upon arrival this afternoon," the steward read each word of the datapad. While many feared the King upon his return, Eyrios remembered the days of Vaulkhar's rule, as well as his adoptive father's. Iridonia had known peace and prosperity when the redeemed Sith Lords laid claim to it. Whether the Zabrak knew something even the fallen Jedi did not, he held faith in something long lost to his King.

"Very well," Vaulkhar's gauntleted hands clasped together behind his back. "Ready my ship. We shall leave for the starport immediately. Notify the local vineyards l shall be laying claim to their staff this afternoon."

"Yes, your majesty," Eyrios bowed low before turning and departing the room. Vaulkhar pivoted on a heel and strode towards the adjoined balcony. Stepping out into the morning air, the King moved towards the ledge and stared out at the once-barren wastes that surrounded the city walls. His predecessor, King Krest Novar, spent many years funding terraforming projects that breathed some life into the planet. Rather than pools of acid and dusty plains, rolling hills of grass dotted with grazing animals decorated the horizon.

"To think you waited so long before making a move. How interesting," Vaulkhar raised an armored finger to his mask, stroking the gold-plated chin in contemplation.

Hours later, Vaulkhar stepped down from a luxury corvette and stood patiently outside of the starport. Rather than maintain his typical mask and cloaked combination, the Iridonian King wore something far more practical. An open, single sleeved robe adorned his upper body, showcasing the cybernetics of his left arm. At his side hung a lightsaber hilt, worn boldly by the King. When Princess Lunafreya stepped beyond the threshold of the port and into the open Iridonian air, Vaulkhar lowered his head in a slight nod.

"It is a pleasure to host you this day, Princess of Kaikielius. It has been a few years since our meeting upon your homeland."

Lunafreya Solidor ​

 

[Lunafreya Solidor]

Most naval officers on their planet wore white, while members of the army wore black or gold. Those above them wore more exuberant colors, because in the culture of their people it was understood that the "color" of their clothes defined their origins. And not only that, their material and adornments were also related to that, but the tone of what they used was what defined how those around them would look at you. The symbol of the Solidor was two interlocking stellar dragons, sometimes depicted in emerald green, but Iedolas preferred them to be golden.

As much as she hated the traditions of her people, Lunafreya would soon find her passion for owning the most exuberant garments on the planet. A single floor of the palace was dedicated to guarding her adornments, and although she felt more comfortable dressed in chain mail or even in her heavy armor, she knew that she dressed accordingly for the occasion even if it was in one of her "uniforms. "naval.

Stopping near the door to look herself in the mirror, any fool would think how beautiful and astonishing she was, but Luna made a frown to herself, doing that job would be a painful thing to her pride, just because it was her father's bidding, but, orders were orders. Her ship's bridge creaked down, she was escorted by fifty knights from her personal guard at her post on Edom, but even so she felt something strange throbbing in her chest. "Ak", his pet maalraas seemed to feel the same way the way his teeth chattered in a kind of growl. She bent down to caress the animal's head, while Nelacar came up behind her leaning on his craft's staff and even though the walk had been short, he was panting.

"Do you feel it?" The old steward asked and Luna just looked up to face the landscape beyond the window.
"Aye." That was all she said, getting up and letting Zedd up to her shoulder. The little tailring cuddled in her usual place before she finished buckling up and continued on her journey. Her guard left the ship in the most 'elzeri' way there was. Stepping hard with her heavy shoes, blowing horns full of beautiful notes, raising the banners of Casa Solidor and lining thirty halberds high in the sky so that her princess would pass under them stepping on the velvety red carpet laid by fearful human servants.

And when she laid eyes on Vaulkhar Zambrano, she who had hunted dragons on Achillea and killed dashades in unarmed duels, who once broke a subordinate's spine with her feet and who despised the human race for its inferiorities, now could feel a mundane goosebumps ruffling the hairs on your spine. The 'tying' that the creature in front of her exhaled was not normal, any animal could feel it from miles away and she could almost taste the texture of the darkness in her mouth.

Walking calmly in that direction, she couldn't help thinking that each step seemed to bring her closer to an abyss. When he stopped, he didn't even realize he was ten feet from the 'bastard of the Sith Emperor', Nelacar struck his staff fiercely against the floor three times and roared at his side.

"All hail Lunafreya Nabaat, Second Princess of the Royal House of Solidor." She tried not to frown when she heard his middle name, something rarely used on formal occasions with foreigners. Nelacar then bowed to King Vaulkhar and silence fell on the occasion as if it were a wake, and even hunched over the floor she could hear Nelacar's voice in her mind murmuring.

'Say something ...' She felt the body closing the fingers of her hand that around her sword, Akuma, tightened around the piece even more tightly. Lunafreya remained calm and murmured in a tone that seemed more than it should have.
"A long time indeed ..." And her mind cannot help traveling in time until the night of the banquet, which for her ended in tears and blood. "But I must say that I am amazed at the pale reception I find. Would the King of Iridonia have such low thoughts about my noble person?"

Lunafreya knew why there was no one there. Vaulkhar almost expelled the dark side through the pores of his body, perhaps if he expressed it she would get a few drops to put in a bottle. She had been created to serve both sides, although one seemed more useful than the other over time, she was called a Dark Jedi by the standards of her order but she could not understand the appeal that a single side of the scale could have.
'He looks familiar to me ...' she thought to herself, but she had never seen Vaulkhar beyond mere formalities. She would remember someone like him, not just for the immense amount of power he exuded, but for the beauty of his face. Lunafreya never forgot a beautiful face, even if he dressed so badly like the Sith King in front of her. "Or would his affection diminish over time? To deny wine and music for a princess is the same as to starve for someone of my stock."

Vaulkhar

 

[Vaulkhar]

As the procession revealed itself, the King looked on in silence as the Princess and her entourage stepped out and into view of the Iridonian masses. Many of the Zabrak people wandering the streets paused and gazed upon the outlandish traditions. The Zabrak people did not hold on to such traditions. Their people were hardy folk, warriors who did more than survive but thrive on such a dangerous world. While many of them found beauty in the princesses' display, they soon returned to their work, pedaling goods or transporting products elsewhere. Much like the people he ruled, Vaulkhar watched with apparent apathy. The Elzeri ways reminded him of his family's ancient traditions, gaudy and ostentatious. Still, he could not help but perk a brow as the Princess approached him. The fallen Jedi could not deny her beauty or grace, though he knew nothing more of her beyond the show she and her people put on with their arrival.

"I do not mean to disappoint or insult, Princess Lunafreya Nabaat Solidor. The Iridonian people are not ones to celebrate such things. You are my guest that alone gives them a reason to respect you. However, there is much to be done. Each of these men and women works tirelessly to better our home, provide for their families, and strengthen their place within this merit-based society. Besides," Vaulkhar turned and swept his crimson gaze over the small groups still watching the display. Some looked upon the King with respect, while others turned away in fear. "My presence is polarizing to the masses. Therefore I do not expect them to show the same love they did my predecessor," he finished, turning his attention back to the shapely Princess.

Vaulkhar's baleful orbs locked onto those nearest to Lunafreya, burning deep into their very being as he seemed to challenge their existence. His stance and demeanor spoke of a man who did not fear those before him, as if he confidently believed the entourage was nothing more than child's play.

"You needn't fear a lack of wine or music. I have prepared a meal, proper drink, and entertainment for you beyond the walls. The caustic and arid nature of the surrounding lowlands provides delicious and exotic fruits for juice and wine. I'm sure the vineyard staff will be much more to your liking," Vaulkhar met the woman's gaze, a hand waving to the side, motioning towards a luxury speeder descending from the sky. "This will deliver us to the location. It does not fit as many of your entourage as you've brought, so I would recommend choosing a smaller number to accompany us."

Lunafreya Solidor ​

 

[Lunafreya Solidor]

Long ago when she was instructed by her lord father's tutors on heraldy, chemistry and the stories of the most celebrated species in the galaxy, the princess had heard a lot about the zabraks. It was said that the people of Iridonia were crazy, that they could be overcome by a thirst for blood that made them commit savagery even with their comrades on the battlefield. But being there in Iridonia, it was as if it was nothing more than folk tales about another misunderstood species. The elzeri had little confidence and love for other races, a doctrine preached since they were infants educated by the Church of the Word on matters beyond the security of their borders, but even so here it was.

A foreigner on a foreign planet, surrounded by rabble. She just let the left corner of her mouth curl up in something similar to a light smile after hearing the King respond to his comments.

"I beg you to forgive me, sir." Lunafreya began to speak, hiding the sardonic intention from his words and trying to ensure a more reliable tone. "These are noble words from his lordship, in my culture it is taught that the duty of a monarch is to serve his people, while that of the people is to serve his monarch."

It was true, although many monarchs often forgot their part of that role and so did she. What were those low stock if not dirt on the bottom of your shoes? She would have said it on any given day, but that was no longer the case for her, Lunafreya was beginning to notice beyond the faces touched by dirt staring at her figure.

With a delicate gesture with her hand, her steward rose and she dismissed him without saying a word.
"They will not accompany us, but they will meet us at their residence. A lady needs much more than effort to be impeccable." Even her strange 'dog' abandoned her, only the tailring remained, wrapped around her neck. She soon looked down at the vehicle descending from the skies to escort them to another place, and without saying a word or giving any reaction beyond its common cold face, Lunafreya set in motion to enter the vehicle. And only when she spoke within it. "It is curious to find a monarch who drives by himself."

"Iridonia seems to me to be a planet with difficulties to forget. Its predecessor must be a good example of this, I have heard a lot about dissatisfied peoples and their revolts." Solidor commented, little more than raising the subject. The idea of servants sharpening knives in the darkness of the kitchen could make Lunafreya blush, she hadn't faced something foul like that in a long time, she missed her days in Umbara or her little vaccation on Nar Shaddaa when she was surrounded by the cartel. 'Now everything feels numb'. Her father made sure of that when he had Akabane killed before her eyes and dumped in the ground,a lesson for his daughter about doing her duty and not to defy him again.

Vaulkhar ​

 

[Vaulkhar]

Vaulkhar remained locked in place. His figure was more statuesque than fleshy as he listened to her cynical words. A cold smile, akin to a predatory beast's, crept onto his face. The game of nobility and importance captured the attention of so many out in the galaxy. The strong, beautiful, or wealthy often rose to prominence, where those beside them fell into a state of service. He could not blame the masses for falling into line beneath the more prominent figures, such as the princess or himself. To hold strength is to be able to face any challenge with confidence and clarity. Beauty brought others to their knees without the use of violence or wit. Very few could bring themselves to attack what they lusted after. And wealth? Why kill who could ensure you live the rest of your days lavishly? No matter how you looked at it, those who used the advantages granted to them in life would rise, while everyone else fell behind. He closed his eyes momentarily, biting back laughter as he mused silently to himself.

"Very well," the King responded at her proclamation. Nearby force sensitives would feel a sudden swell in the surrounding cosmic power, drawn towards the fallen Jedi. He looked off towards the palace, his spiteful gaze locked on the distant structure for but a moment. "There we are," he shifted his attention back to the princess and her following. "I have someone en route to collect your staff and bring them to the palace. My servants have prepared a suite for you and your trusted. If need be, we can have more rooms ready for," he'd pause, allowing his piercing glare to fall on the Elzeri guard at her side. "Your protection detail."

Following her lead, Vaulkhar strode after her and into the speeder. He moved to the forefront and turned to face her. As if in answer to her question, the speeder rose, flying towards the distant city wall adjacent to the palace.

"I do not pilot the speeder. It is self-piloted. Rarely do I use any form of transportation when I am here, as I find wandering my city on foot far more entertaining," Vaulkhar spoke each word almost wistfully as if something was missing from his existence. He turned from her, his eyes locked on the countryside beyond the sprawling city. "Iridonia is a harsh world. With ties to both Sith and Jedi alike, its people have been abused time and time again by the fanatical zealots who worship the force for what power it can provide them. My predecessor, King Krest Novar, broke away from the pull of such beliefs. And in doing so, he provided his people with an improved way of life. I intend to continue to provide Iridonia and the rest of this sector with such. The many planets within it are mine to do as I see fit."

As they'd crest the city wall, rolling hills of verdant green spanned for kilometers in all directions. Properties of various sizes laid claim to the land. Men and women alike marched through the farmland, tilling the field, collecting fruits, or tending to various forms of livestock. The largest plot belonged to a vineyard. Decorating the hills leading up to it, long rows of berries stood within rays of fading sunlight. The sky lit up in brilliant shades of oranges, pinks, and purples as the sun began to set.

The speeder set down in a beautiful courtyard, containing different flowers and even some small animals that appeared unbothered by the arrival of others. Waiting for the duo, a dozen well-dressed workers of the vineyard lowered themselves in a practiced bow towards the King and his guest. Vaulkhar cleared his throat, causing them to rise to a straight stance once more.

"Is my table ready?" Vaulkhar asked as he stepped down from the speeder before the princess. He shifted his body to face both the group and his guest before offering her a hand to aid her in stepping down from the vehicle.

"Yes, your grace. Your customary place overlooking the vineyard is prepared. We have taken the liberty to add a second seat for your guest," a Zabrak woman stated, stepping ahead of the group. She appeared middling in age, with grays beginning to appear in her black hair. Her horns were longer than the others gathered.

"Very good," Vaulkhar offered the Princess an arm, and whether she took it or not, he'd begin to guide her through the establishment. It had a rustic feel to it, something lost to most of the galaxy. Others ran about in service to the business, though as the two aristocrats moved through, each would stop and bow in turn. The gesture was short-lived as if they knew the King cared not for such things. Some of the Iridonian-Zabraks gazed upon the luxurious form of the princess, perhaps soaking in her beauty and grace.

Soon enough, the duo arrived at a table for two. It was nestled away on a balcony overlooking the vineyard as promised. Vaulkhar stepped up to one seat and pulled it out, motioning for Lunafreya to take a seat.

Lunafreya Solidor ​

 

[Lunafreya Solidor]

"My father has the same custom. He roams the streets of the cities of Kaikielius without his guard, often dressed as a commoner." She immediately replied, remembering that it was after a certain time that Iedolas brought a ragged young man home and took him as his protégé. The boy now walked the halls of the palace adorned in the elegant rags that the highest officials and nobles of his people, Tulkas was a strange creature that reminded her of her father's tendency to have strange personal experiments directly linked to his control.

"It must be strange to govern a planet where the crown is passed on by those with the greatest desire for blood or control. Have you ever wondered if this is what the Iridonians really want? To be governed by an absolute monarch in power? Are there, after all, people with the curious dreams of democracy. " It reminded her of her lord father's supposed prophecies. Would they be moved by their connection to the force? Or just a cunning deserved with old age involved in a flawed mysticism? The mystic ruled their lives in that galaxy. Were there Jedis and Siths in more than abundant numbers wherever one had eyes to search, not to mention other types of doctrines, but did the galaxy have any desire to be governed by such people? She didn't know and didn't even want to think about it any further. Lunafreya expelled those thoughts by shaking his head lightly, his gloved hand lifted up to his shoulder where he stroked gently behind the ears of his tailring, Balerion straightened up under his hand accepting the caress willingly.

With curious eyes she observed the landscapes and properties that came and went on her trip, curious for her that regardless of the people on any planet it was possible to see that they lived the same life. Farming what they ate, working for profit, crawling in the mud while those in power coveted for more, without caring for those who end up crushed in front of their boots.

"Thank you," the princess murmured, raising her own hand and closing it around the king's fingers. Both leaving the car, and while Vaulkhar spoke to a maid, elzeri cannot control his mind from traveling in small reveries, with eyes fixed on where they were. She only came to herself when she noticed Vaulkhar's offer of the arm, gladly accepting it and escorting him inside the establishment.

It was curious to go to a restaurant, even if it belonged to King Vaulkhar for her that was something different. She was too used to having such dinners inside cold halls in old castles occupied by proud lords. Perhaps this was the second time in her eighty years of life that she had been to such an establishment.

"After lunch, I will accept your offer to visit your ... residence. The Divines know how much I would love a shower and a change of clothes." She commented accepting the 'almost delicate' gesture for her to sit down, perhaps spitting out words so as not to be forced to thank again for such courtesy. Already seated, Solidor let her violet eyes hover over the figure of Vaulkhar, he lacked royal taste in clothing, real class, probably wine as well and lacked arrogance, but he seemed to make up for it with honesty. There was a certain placidity on his face, unlike the other Sith and nobles she knew in her life, half of them spent too much time hiding what they really thought and believed to not even allow themselves to have such moments of honesty.

"What end did your predecessor found?" She asked shortly without even allowing the typical monotone conversation to take over the table. "His face does not hide what he thinks, but the air he exudes is that of someone bathed in mystery," she confided to herself, keeping her eyes always focused on Vaulkhar. "I can feel the tying flowing through you. Emanating from your pores like pollen from a flower." And with a delicate fluid gesture, Lunafreya removed each of the black gloves she wore, placing them across the table on the opposite side of the cutlery, letting the young man see her long, thin fingers, covered by her silky skin and on each one from her hands she wore a different ring.

On the left, it was a plain gold piece and on the other, a darker piece with blue gems set in its length. She removed the blue from her finger, lifting the magical charm that hid her 'presence' from other living beings.
"I believe I forgot that here outside my homeland you call it the 'Force'." When she once asked her to describe what her presence was like, most people used different adjectives to do this for her, but almost everyone agreed that Lunafreya Solidor was like a well, there was darkness and there was light, but the interior was completely gray, even though over time this well seemed increasingly dark and everyone expressed that the presence of that well caused them the same feeling, that which a boomas hunter feels when in the bushes a huge terentatek comes out. 'That of danger', that was the feeling that everyone had, as if that well was going to suck them in with the strength to never leave. Of course, she was not an overwhelming thing like Vaulkhar, but it was good that they were both 'naked' in front of each other. "How old are you?"

Vaulkhar ​

 

[Vaulkhar]

After pushing in the chair as she claimed the seat, Vaulkhar moved away from the table to a nearby rack holding a dozen or more bottles. He stood almost entirely still, with only the gentle tapping of his chin to signal he was still, in fact, alive. After a moment, he laid claim to one bottle and returned to the table. He set the tall bottle between them and met the woman's gaze once more. If she were to study the drink, it wouldn't be hard to recognize it as a wine. Within the transparent bottle, a murky crimson substance sloshed about as a servant lifted it and uncorked the drink. The same servant then poured a glass for each of them before clearing his throat.

"The King has chosen a rather rare bottle today. Excellent choice, your majesty," the Zabrak lowered his head in a nod before looking to the Princess. "Simply referred to as, Potence, this specific bottle was prepared about eleven years ago, shortly after the King ascended to the throne. The grapes were picked from the vineyard and brewed within our establishment. It is the last of it's kind, given King Vaulkhar discontinued the line when his predecessor disappeared. It is a bold flavor, teetering on acidic. This particular cabernet sauvignon proves an exquisite choice before a meal," he ceased speaking as Vaulkhar motioned for him to stop.

"Thank you, master Tavren. If you were so kind as to set the bottle down, it would be appreciated," the Iridonian King lifted the glass to his lips and gently swirled the contents before partaking in its scent. After a brief pause, Vaulkhar took a sip and set the glass down. "Prepare the shelves in case Princess Lunafreya has anything she craves this evening. Otherwise, you may return to your other duties for now. If I require you, I will call."

"Very well, your majesty," Tavren lowered his horned head in a slight bow. "Thank you for once more gracing our humble business with your presence," he straightened and departed, moving elsewhere in the building. As he left, Vaulkhar returned his attention to his guest.

"I cannot tell you what end he found, Princess. One day he was here, the next he was not. I simply filled the void he left and claimed the throne, given his daughter disappeared as well," the fallen Jedi studied each ring in turn, entirely unphased as Lunafreya's presence within the force manifested itself. Whether or not Vaulkhar noticed it was a mystery, as he chose to take up his glass instead and repeat the earlier process. "Indeed, most peoples of the galaxy refer to the cosmic power as the force. I've met a few others who had their unique understanding or name for it, but such beliefs are often minor in comparison to how the rest of the cosmos views it."

Vaulkhar, once Zambrano, set his glass down as more servants arrived, setting baskets of freshly baked bread atop the table, with various jams and butter beside them.

"I am twenty-nine," the King stated, matter-of-factly. "Is there a specific reason you ask?"

Lunafreya Solidor ​

 

[Lunafreya Solidor]

The elzeri didn't even move her head to look at the servant when he explained the story of the liquid in the bottle. Vineyards were some of the special things that made her people unique in the galaxy, the wines of some houses were legendary among the Tapani nobility and she once heard of bottles kept from over a thousand years ago. Unfortunately she had little appreciation for such old vintages, they were bitter for her tongue, perhaps too full after being kept for so long, but however demanding she was she let her fingers close around the delicate cup in front of her and He brought it to his lips, sucking a small sip of the reddish liquid, letting his tongue feel the supposed flavors mentioned by Zabrak.

"Quite the connoisseur, I must say." Lunafreya murmured, his orbs looking directly at those two red Sith globes. Eyes redder than the wine served in the glass on her fingers, she looked away for a moment while accepting what was offered by Zambrano. "Fruit will be fine, for now." She took another sip of the chalice in front of her, an even bigger one this time. “After that, I ask you to order your servants to leave us alone. In my experience I discovered that there is more… intimacy between two people of such a noble character when they are alone. ”

And then she fell silent, using her long bony fingers to choose one of the myriad fruits offered to her in a basket full of those picked from across the galaxy, some with looks so fresh they looked like they had recently been picked, carrying something round, red and full to her full lips, painted with a soft pink paint that gave her an almost deified tone. His eyes remained fixed on Vaulkhar while his lips bit into the fruit, letting his sweet juice fill his entire mouth, with only a single trickle running down the left corner of his mouth, being wiped off by the tip of his opposite hand which soon went up to her lips where she sucked the liquid she had wiped from him.

“Do you lack appetite, my lord? Or did my presence manage to get him out of you?” The princess almost played with her meliflous voice, the fingers of her free hand sliding across the table making small invisible circles with her index finger. “Two years ago you, noble sir and my lord father met. Some say that there is wisdom in the visions of Iedolas Solidor and everything he said to you that night came to pass. The First Order fell before dragons, the foundations of the Sith's darkness are now shaking as a new empire rises in the east and a new shiny republic in the west. And as he said, we still remain where we started ... “ The fingers of his hand suddenly stopped, “Right in the middle.”

"My lord father promised you my hand in exchange for amnesty and power, as the nobles of our people do with their offspring." Lunafreya said, “You are young and fortunate, more than many because you have achieved such power and glory in such a joyous period of your life. And myself? If I am killed by foul murder, or maybe by the intrigues of life, I will still live for many centuries, but how will that be? Will I become like my father? Or shall I be free to exist at my own pleasure? To achieve what so many have achieved. I do wonder if it wasn’t fate that brought us here... together.” She gave a sharp smile then when she fell silent, but then she undid it and her face bowed to the figure of a hurt woman.
"Do I cause you so much physical displeasure with my company?"

Vaulkhar