She of Many Names
Time was of the essence, her father used to say. She on the other hand always found that concept to be most amusing when you sat above the rest, for instance when ruling over a kingdom, time in her own opinion meant nothing. A court existed for her pleasure, servants to do her bidding, guards to die at her behalf, for a monarchy stood above all else far from their grasp reachable only by the eyes as she sat on the firmament, as they harmed themselves trying to gaze upon her beauty and that was that, it was as she said; amusing. And in a certain way, It was as if trying to grasp eternity, but still, something was not right, Lunafreya could feel her heart weighting down inside her chest. She was worried. Things were done so easily, JanFathal fell, her vengeance was taken and retribution was inflicted on those that made her suffer inside that horrible prison, the Elenna was hers, a piece of her race’s glorious past that now served as her plaything, all of the Mornedhel were now her slaves, even if they had no idea about that. Using the Old Empire’s resources to do her whims was an easy feat, one of the perks perhaps of holding the title of Grand Moff, one that would most likely be meant very little soon enough, but if this existence had taught her anything was that the Sith were very hard to kill.
During her campaign sliding herself up the ranks of the Sith Eternal, Lunafreya was given the trust of the Worm Emperor, and now kept that trust hidden from the Dark Lord and his pathetic empress, for both had given her so much for her betrayal over the false imperials of the New Order, it was Jocelyn that appointed her as Grand Moff. A mockery of sorts, as she was quite aware of the fact that she was now Grand Moff of Nothing, an empty title with nothing to show for, except the fleet and armies tightly held under command, but that was about to change, the time had come, her conquest inside the forgotten and half desolated Sith Worlds was about to begin. Out of the Worm, Lunafreya squeezed for muscle, for her honeyed words spoke of magnificent rewards for him, and out of the Empress, she squeezed herself the resources necessary for this enterprise.
“My Lord.”, a calm and polite voice called him out of his ramblings, as he sat down on his chair inside the private chamber of that palace. Despite his eyes being closed, Silifant could feel Halion Nelacar bowing down before him, the male reeked of subservient mannerism best fit to a dog, and even though he prized himself for walking without making a sound, Silifant already knew his ways and heard him as soon as the humanoid got out of the elevator, five rooms away. In a fluid jest, his eyes opened, as if the act itself was sluggish and boring, his gaze of golden eyes was directed at the male as he continued his speech. “The envoy dispatched by Overseer Ramsay approaches, should I have supper be brought to your lordship?”
“Hummmm... No.”, his lips immediately wailed towards him, as his hand was raised in the air signaling the Steward with two of his bony fingers. "No need of food, Nelacar." A moment extended between them, as he pondered on the matter properly, whispering at His Grace’s servant with a malicious tone. “Bring both. Ramsay first, with trinket and then the envoy.”