Tiny Terror
location: Naboo, Le Fey Estate
wearing: xXx
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Abel Denko
Abel Denko
Those that knew Illyria Le Fey knew her as a young woman with strong beliefs and stronger convictions. As someone that did not bend to the expectations of others or who would compromise her own happiness. And while these observations were astute, they were not entirely correct. The people that truly knew her, who had been allowed to see beneath the noble persona, would know there was more depth to her. There was much that she left unsaid and done.
And to these people, it would be obvious she was unhappy.
It was not that the young woman disliked her upbringing or family, who were admittedly unbearable at the best of times. No, it was the dramatics and politics that came with being the only child of a noble house. There was a constant need to be on her best behaviour along with the knowledge that no matter where she went she had to be perfect. It was exhausting.
And tonight was no different.
There was another soiree at the Le Fey Estate. The halls had been cleaned until one could see their own reflection on the marble floors. The servants had been instructed to pour fresh wine at hourly intervals while the cooks ensured there was more than enough food. There was soft, classical music playing, acting as the backdrop to the dozens of conversations and all seemed to be enjoying themselves.
Except for her.
Having already had three glasses of her wine, her patience was low and her words were becoming short. Snappish even. Illyria was tired; mentally and physically. The experience on Lorta, along with the near-constant bickering with Luna, had left her emotionally drained and quieter than usual. Not to mention her feet were hurting, no doubt from the half dozen suitors that had asked her to dance. And worse still her body ached because the damn dress was too tight.
It was these things and more that had lead to a message being sent to Abel.
"I need you."
Illyria had not explained more as he would not come if he knew about the party. She knew him well enough to know he disliked noble events such as this one. But she needed him tonight. She needed someone that understood her someone who was not afraid to take her away from this night when it became too much to burden. More importantly she needed to see a familiar, and friendly face.
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