Private Dark Solace

[Darth Carnifex]

K H A R - D E L B A

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Few knew of the Emperor's hidden redoubt on the icy world of Khar Delba, nestled deep in the bosom of the Stygian Caldera. Those who do hold the Emperor's uttermost confidence, those he considered closest to himself such as his family and his longest and most trusted servants. The mountainside castle held many secrets, retained a vast depository of the Emperor's personal collection of knowledge, and was the location where he had made Ra Vizsla his unknowing servant. Only those possessing the proper clearance were allowed entry into the planet's atmosphere, multiple orbital weapons platforms dissuaded those who would enter un-invited.​

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From one of the elevated towers, the Sith Emperor surveyed his domain. Far below were the desolate snow-swept canyons, empty of all life. Above was the cloud-laden sky, wispy white bundles lazily roiling across the horizon. What light bled through those clouds was minimal at best, and the world was entombed in a shroud of seemingly perpetual gloom. The lights from the fortress itself offered a great deal of illumination to the surrounding environment, but not enough to simulate true daylight.​

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He grumbled wordlessly as he turned, his eyes sweeping over his austere sanctuary. Primarily used for meditation, all that existed within the chamber was a small table piled with a small assortment of tomes and pyramidal holocrons, an accompanying chair, and a cushioned pad for him to meditate on. He himself wore little garment, just enough to cover his person but nothing truly elaborate. He didn't even have his lightsaber on him, it was sitting on the table along with his items of knowledge.​

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But he was not truly alone.​

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"How long have you been standing there, my love?"​

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Izaszh Zambrano ​

 

[Izaszh Zambrano]

Where others found frigid cold, isolation, and desolation, Izaszh found blessed silence, and privacy. It was far from often that she got the Emperor alone, a priceless thing it was, a rare commodity found so infrequently ever since his ascent to dominion over all, and her with him and her marriage-bonded sisters. She got much satiation out of sharing, but this particular intimacy was a treasure where she could find it, leaned into the frame at the threshold to his sanctuary, not assuming to invade its stillness. She knew well the need of solitude, time with one's own thoughts. Her life had been as such in large quantities, before making more than his mere acquaintance, though she hadn't appreciated the solitude as much, at the time.

"Never long enough..."

Her burnt orange eyes travelled back up to meet his face, from travelling down when his back had been to her. Seeing him in such simple vetements that weren't the robes of his station, or the armour of battle... or simply nothing at all... that too hearkened back to the days when they were both simply agents of another empire. A call to memory, buried in decades. For her part, she wore nothing but her eldest form, with a simple, loose top and trousers suited to early morning exercises she had undertaken before wandering the corridors and ending up here - all that shifting muscle needed to be kept limber.

"...I could watch you for days, like this, you know."

Darth Carnifex​

 

[Darth Carnifex]

K H A R - D E L B A

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They both drank in each other's appearance, their aura... the intimacy of their connection. It took great considerable will-power to not just advance on her, tear away her simple garment, and take her right then and there on the floor of his sanctum. That might yet come to pass, but not at this very moment at least.​

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Instead, the Emperor approached slowly and deliberately, his eyes never wavering from her own. Hand extended, he reached for hers in what was a tender touch reserved only for his most private moments with those he was affectionate with. There were few who could peel back the curtain of cruelty and malice that the Emperor wore like a shroud, and Izaszh was one of those people. She had been with him for a long time, from before he was even a Sith. Only three others among his wives could count themselves a part of that exclusive number; Salara, Invicta, and Emma. Iza had been introduced to him by his uncle Braxus, and they had worked alongside one another for years as agents to the Sith Empire that had existed before this and the One Sith. Such tribulations forged the connection they now had, and there were few secrets between them.​

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"I know you would," he softly uttered, his voice nearly breaking with desire as he did so. He cupped one hand under her chin and bent down so that they both could lock lips together. It lasted several moments before the Emperor pulled himself away, albeit grudgingly. "It is rare that we get time to ourselves, my love. The others are quite voracious, Salara and Gunnr especially." He held her hand close to him as he basked in the warmth of her presence.​

Izaszh Zambrano ​