Growing Pains [Enoch & Vaulkhar]

[Darth Carnifex]

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The halls of the castle were eerily silent, the lights dimmed to a flicker as the black-armed guards routinely patrolled the grounds, Vornskr hounds held tightly on leashes as they strained against their handler's grip relentlessly. But with a quick yank on the reinforced leash they were brought back in line for a time, but easily enough they picked up another scent and were hell-bent on investigating it despite the annoyed protests from the Epicanthix attempting to reign them in. Besides the guards and hounds the occasional servant scurried about to perform one job or another, whether that was cleaning the gothic setting of the castle or serving one of the many upper nobility that routinely lounged about in the King's guest chambers.

The King himself sat upon his blackened throne, both hands caressing the eyeless sockets of Karin Dorn's skull. He heard the succulent whispers that babbled forth from the skull which eternally resounded with the Dark Side, an imprint of the Sith Sorceress left behind after her grisly demise. Sometimes he missed her snarky demeanor, her cynical humor that was the hallmark of her personality.

Then again he had no regrets in killing her, or keeping her skull as a trophy and later converting it into a drinking cup. Speaking of which; Kaine brought the rim to his lips and partook of the dark-colored wine that sloshed idly within. The whisperings seemed to take offense to this, as they normally did; but Kaine payed them no mind. He had other things on his mind at the moment, the most recent of which was the theft of his primary lightsaber at the hands of [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] during the Battle of Contruum a couple days earlier.

And of course... his children always concerned him, one above them all specifically. He looked up from Karin Dorn's empty eyes to glare at a nearby guard, "Bring me Prince Enoch, I wish to speak with him."

[member="Enoch Zambrano"]
[member="Vaulkhar"]

 

[Enoch Zambrano]

Panatha. Emperor's bones this place was a drat. Not that Enoch wasn't a fan of murdery castles, but even he could only take so much. Recently, he'd found himself called here more and more often. It truly was his home now, and he felt obligated to be there. Once a lowly peasant, nearly whipped to death by his own mother, a slave in everything but name, Enoch now found himself a growing power in the galaxy. It both sickened him, and fueled his ego beyond anything imaginable. Yes, he'd done his best to set himself apart from the Butcher King, but it hadn't helped much. Perhaps he should've stayed Isma, never taken the royalties.

A knock on his chamber? Odd. Who'd want to see him at this time of day?

Maybe the stable girl who takes care of Sehzade. She was poor, and Enoch could barely remember her name.

Lar-no...Lan-no...ah, Lara. She was poor, and he took pity on her. She took good care of Sehzade, though the beast didn't really need it. Enoch would've much rather had the Montaj sleep in his room with him. Then again, he wouldn't have met the stable girl. She was nice, to say the least, and had somewhat attached herself to the young prince. Many, visitations.

"Prens Enoch , Kral seni çağırdı" The guard spoke in his native tongue of Epicanthix. Certainly not what Enoch was hoping to hear, but he would appease his father. Enoch wasn't a mook, he knew what Kaine thought of him. Maybe he'd even become the Lord's favorite.

"Tabii ki var. Bana yol göster." Enoch responded in the same language. He knew the guards spoke basic, yet, while not show them some respect. No doubt they'd die sooner than later. The Prince grabbed his black cloak, draping it over his shoulders. No need to be in the chilling presence of Darth Vornskr without some warmth. He followed behind the two guards, six of his own Blackblades following close behind him. It was stupid, the amount of protection they had here. Were they not Sith?

As he entered the throne room, Enoch's eyes drifted up to the massive figure that was his father. The two guards that had led him there dissipated into small army Vornskr always kept with him, Enoch's six men fanning out behind their Prince. Enoch gave a slight bow.

"You rang?"

[member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Vaulkhar"]

 

[Vaulkhar]

Vaulkhar stood silently within the hall of the room that housed his half-brother. Unlike [member="Enoch Zambrano"], his younger brother genuinely did not care for his father, the family, or this worthless and desolate planet they called home. But in reality, he did care for Enoch, and he knew the way things were going, something or someone would likely get hurt. After all, that was the Zambrano way. If his father was not happy with one of his children, they died. If he was happy with them, sometimes they'd also die. Either way, he was here as added protection to his brother, whether he wanted him to be there or not. And Enoch most certainly did not want Vaulkhar to be there.

As his half-brother exited the room and entered into the hall, Vaulkhar fell in step behind him, arms crossed over his chest. He had gotten used to the position, oddly enough. He was not a prideful or ambitious man, but he was a loving and caring man, especially when it came to his half-brother. From this position, he could face oncoming threats from any direction, which was an adventitious position to be in to defend another. The younger, pale Zambrano ignored the other guards for the most part, only offering some a nod or a wave in greeting every so often. He was quite sure he could kill the lot of em with or without the help of his brother and as such, they did not necessarily deserve his attention.

"What do you think father wants, Enoch?"

[member="Darth Vornskr"] was not a man that would summon anyone without a purpose, and rarely did their father hide behind lip-service. If he wanted Enoch for something or another, he'd get it and he'd be straightforward. Likely the only thing about his father he respected, aside of course form his martial prowess and reputation as a warrior.