K i n g
The Malvern estate had been silent since the split of the Lord and Lady of the House. Within his estate, Adron retreated from his duties as High Moff. His recent training and career had pulled him from the home for most of his days, so much so he believed it would be a relief when he returned. He was wrong. The shadow of his former wife lingered over his estate, to the point where he did not even take to his own bed.
Rather than retire he stood on the balcony outside of his room, a glass of whiskey in his hands as he looked down to the passing Imperial Novatroopers, making their rounds for the hour. His eyes turned from the black and gold soldiers, instead looking up to the stars that filled the Bothan sky above.
Sipping at the glass of alcohol in his hands, he outstretched a hand, as if attempting to grasp the stars from the heavens above. He was homesick. Serenno had eluded him for nearly a year now, and he had nothing to show for it short of a lofty title and over glorified estate. He missed the mountains and the plains, missed the people who adored him and the architecture he so admired. Nothing could fill such a hole, not even his wife whom he had cast away. In the days following their divorce, Adron had considered recanting the forced divide, however after his Ex-Wife's fall on Tatooine he had decided his choice was that of The Force.
All that was left of the union was a boy, who slept a few halls down from Adron. He had spent most of his day in the Imperial Academy for youths, in time he would become a fine soldier, a fine imperial. Taking another measured drink from his glass, the raven-haired man let out a long sigh as he looked back over the plains surrounding his estate.
[member="Anya Malvern"]
Rather than retire he stood on the balcony outside of his room, a glass of whiskey in his hands as he looked down to the passing Imperial Novatroopers, making their rounds for the hour. His eyes turned from the black and gold soldiers, instead looking up to the stars that filled the Bothan sky above.
Sipping at the glass of alcohol in his hands, he outstretched a hand, as if attempting to grasp the stars from the heavens above. He was homesick. Serenno had eluded him for nearly a year now, and he had nothing to show for it short of a lofty title and over glorified estate. He missed the mountains and the plains, missed the people who adored him and the architecture he so admired. Nothing could fill such a hole, not even his wife whom he had cast away. In the days following their divorce, Adron had considered recanting the forced divide, however after his Ex-Wife's fall on Tatooine he had decided his choice was that of The Force.
All that was left of the union was a boy, who slept a few halls down from Adron. He had spent most of his day in the Imperial Academy for youths, in time he would become a fine soldier, a fine imperial. Taking another measured drink from his glass, the raven-haired man let out a long sigh as he looked back over the plains surrounding his estate.
[member="Anya Malvern"]
