To Become Royalty

[Radon Mont]

Navella pounced and wrapped her sister in a hug, looking rather excited. "It's going to be marvelous, Lenne! You'll parade through the streets, up to the front of the palace. At the palace steps, the two of you will exchange vows and be wed. Then it's off to your rooms for the so called 'first night.' Radon probably has something special planned for you." She released Lenne and reached for her hand again. It was nice walking around with her new sister, but she was kind of hungry. "I'm kind of hungry. Are you hungry? We should go get something to eat together."

 

[Lenne Fayth]

'First night'. Lenne blushed. For them, there was no 'first night'. and it would be obvious. Soon everyone would know she was no virgin on her wedding day.
"I'm always hungry now," she answered, happy for a distraction.

 

[Radon Mont]

Little did she know that Radon had one hell of a first night planned. Either way, Navella just grinned when Lenne said she was always hungry and led her out of the shop and down the street. There was a corner bistro that she liked to go to from time to time when the food at the palace just wasn't doing the trick for her. It happened quite often, really. She led Lenne inside, to much stares from the people within, and over to one of the seats where she sat down opposite from where the young Zabrak girl was going to sit. "I love this place. They have basically anything you could want." She pulled up the holo menu and started scanning it.

 

[Lenne Fayth]

Once again, Lenne was having problems trying to ignore the looks she was getting. Was it always going to be like this here?
"Are you... allowed outside the palace like this often?" she ventured to ask at last when they were both settled in, looking over the menu, "I mean.... Without guards? Anything?"

 

[Radon Mont]

"I don't usually have to worry about anything. People here won't hurt me because they'll be dead if they do," she said, before ordering herself a steak sandwich. Falleen liked meat and lots of it. Navella particularly liked fish, but steak was really good too. She always had a tough time deciding what she wanted, so she usually just did one on one day, and the other the next. "Besides, everyone knows I'm a Princess. They aren't going to mess with someone that can have them killed with a few short words." She giggled a little, mostly because she wouldn't ever have someone killed like that. But no one had to know!

 

[Lenne Fayth]

"I suppose that does make sense," she admitted closing her menu. She ordered steak, but blushed a little as she made a special request.
"Could you, err.... have Muju fruit squeezed over top of it- assuming you have Muju fruit here. If not, something similar? Thank you."

 

[Radon Mont]

The waitress was giving her a funny look, but Navella stared at her pointedly and she nodded with a quick smile before scurrying off. "You'll have to excuse my people, Lenne. The strangeness of your presence here has them curious. Outsiders do not come to our world often and they never stay when they do." She was trying to explain, indirectly, something about their people. Chiefly, the Falleen were a very Xenophobic race, quite on par with the Chiss really. Lenne would probably find out at some point that her soon to be husband was actually rather fond of the Chiss.

 

[Lenne Fayth]

In other words, they would never accept her because of her race. It weakened her appetite some, but she already knew this. Radon had warned her.
"Do you think I should, umm... dye my skin green?"

 

[Radon Mont]

Navella could only blink at the question. It was, without a doubt, the least expected thing to come out of Lenne's mouth. "What?" Ok, while she understood what Lenne was asking, and why she was asking, and that in reality it would help people to accept her, she didn't think that pandering to the masses would do her much good in the long run. They might see her as weak. Or worse, they might think she was a plaything alone for her brother. "No. I don't think you should dye your skin green. The people here would just think you weak and pandering to my brother. You're not a Falleen, and you can't be one. That doesn't mean that people can't learn to accept you. They'll have to once you marry my brother."

 

[Lenne Fayth]

lenne sighed, almost in relief at her answer. She didn't want to hear that she should. She wanted to be told it was a bad idea. She smiled.
"So, what do you think I should do?"

 

[Radon Mont]

"I don't know. Just be yourself. They'll get used to you eventually. When you marry Radon you'll be able to give them orders and they'll have to do what you say. I don't suggest telling them not to stare at you, though. Could breed enemies." She genuinely liked Lenne, so she was going to make sure to do things that helped her and didn't hurt her. She didn't want to see Lenne getting hurt in the future because she made a mistake. "Keep in mind that we, as a people, are very politically oriented and you'll do fine. Everyone's always maneuvering for something."

 

[Lenne Fayth]

Urg... that was what she was afraid of. Lenne was simple and she knew it. Not the smartest girl in the Galaxy. The idea of playing politics was a job for another woman. Not her. She had her own talents, but this was not it.
"Is... is someone going to teach me?" she asked nervously, "Am I going to have to be trained to be a Princess?"

 

[Radon Mont]

Navella shrugged. "To be honest, I never paid attention when my mother tried to teach me. I just be myself. It tends to work out." Their food came and she looked at it hungrily, but she wasn't done talking yet. "To be honest I think that people who play the game of politics are easily foiled by someone who just does what they think is the right thing to do. It's worked out so far." She reached for the sandwich, then, and took a gigantic bite out of it before sitting back with a contented smile on her face as she munched happily away on the steak sandwich. It tasted delicious.

 

[Lenne Fayth]

Lenne started in on her steak, smoothing the berries into it with her fork. It tasted weird, but it was what her body was telling her to eat. She knew better than to question it.
"So, just take it one step at a time is what you're saying? Just be me and hope for the best?"

 

[Radon Mont]

She nodded and paused her eating. "Yes, that's what I'm saying. They start doing something you don't like, do something spontaneous in return. Just don't be too crazy." Taking another bite from her sandwich, she smiled at the girl across from her. She might not believe it, but Navella actually thought there was a real good chance that Lenne would be a really good Princess. She had the charm down. Her shyness actually made her believable. She just needed to work on her confidence.

 

[Lenne Fayth]

Lenne ate quietly as she considered her words. She had to... rebel? Navella wasn't like the Princesses in the stories at all. She was very, well, normal. Lenne liked that. Made her feel comfortable.

 

[Radon Mont]

"I don't get to rule unless every single one of my siblings died. One already has, but I know the others won't. Radon won't. He's too smart," she said as she finished off her sandwich and ordered another one. Like it or not, she could mow down a meal with the best of them, and never gain a pound to boot. That and she was still growing so eating more was good. "Means I don't really have to deal with most of the stuff you'll eventually have to deal with. But, at least you have the advantage of not being Queen for a while, so you can get used to what it's like before you have to do it."

 

[Lenne Fayth]

Lenne was finished eating for now. Nerves had taken her appetite. it was starting to finally sink in that this was reality. she was not in some amazing dream. She was about to get married to the man of her dreams. She was about to marry a prince at that! She would be a princess and she would give birth to many little princes and princesses.
She pushed her plate away, lounging in her seat.
"How many, err.... other women has Radon brought home?" she asked softly, blushing a furious shade of red.

 

[Radon Mont]

Navella smiled when her next sandwich was brought over. She was absolutely famished for some reason. These sandwiches would tide her over until it was time for dinner at the palace. She was in the process of lifting the sandwich to her mouth when Lenne spoke up. She paused with her mouth open and stared at Lenne before she giggled some. "I take it you want to know the truth?" The color on her cheeks was enough to tell her she was embarrassed to ask, so asking meant she wanted to know. "I don't know the exact number. There was a lot of time I spent not paying attention to what he did. But if I had to guess, it would be a lot. Somewhere in the mid twenties or so."

 

[Lenne Fayth]

The girl hung her head, fiddling with her fingers under the table.
"Were any of them.... serious?"