Kinslayer
King Veruna's electoral win had coincided with Ukatis joining the High Republic. Perhaps it was just a sparkling coincidence - but things rarely sparkled on the little agrarian world.
When extending an invitation to the Voice of Naboo, Cora did not know that she'd been planetside during Marcel's rebellion. She did not know that Sibylla had followed Lysander into the dungeons on an assassin's errand.
She did not know what they'd once shared, and she did not know that it had shattered.
With autumn approaching, there would be a few good weeks before the garden began to turn. Maybe a little more, if the weather remained mild. Summer rains had seen the remains of the landscaping grow lush and verdant, as if heralding a new era for Ukatis.
Appropriately, the portion of the gardens that had suffered was hidden from the public.
In a change of pace from her meeting with Aurelian, she chose to take advantage of the good weather. Tea was to be held in the garden. Seated at a circular, ornately engraved iron-wrought table, Corazona was dressed as a Lady rather than a Jedi. Neatly pressed robes had been exchanged for a long blue skirt, and a pleated linen top that was both fitted and just loose enough for traditional Ukatis modesty. Conservative by most galactic standards, perhaps even a little outdated, but she was comfortable.
The high neckline hid the dressing of a wound that scored deep into flesh. White gloves obscured the prosthesis of her right hand.
"Mariel, have we any of those beebleberry scones?"
The attendant nodded. "Yes, My Lady. Mrs. Saltby said they shouldn't take a minute."
Cora inclined her head in understanding. "Good. Have them brought out once they've begun to cool, but not completely."
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