Mira-Jin Keen'v
Keen'v Royality
As the sun began to set over the ocean horizen, And the skies began to calm as the mass transit systems which dot the skyline of Donus began to calm down and retire for the night. Moreover, at the Keen'v royal estate in the southern region of the planet the young princes sat on her balcony which overlooked the ocean which divided the southern isle which held the royal estate and diplomatic embassy from the northern continent where Morren city was located. Mira, sat on this balcony resting herself from her long day of work being a foreign diplomatic in galactic affairs. Reflecting on all the work she had accomplished that day she opened up a datapad inspecting local news and finances of the state. As minutes pass, a protocol droid would approach from behind her pulling up a tray of food and wine.
"Bantha steak M'lady, Medium-rare, along with a bottle of Donian Wine." The droid would state as it placed the tray of food down next to Mira, setting it on a small table.
"Thank you B8.. Oh, um, how is my father doing..?" Mira would ask the droid, as deep down inside she was fearing the state in which her father, the King of Donus was in being that he was growing more and more sickly as he aged into being 112 years old.
"I fear.. the illness in which he is facing has become.. critical and he has only a month or two month too live, I'm sorry M'lady." The droid responded with as much sincerity a programmed droid could possibly have. After a moment of sadness from Mira she ordered the droid off, and continued to rest, needing this moment of peace to herself. However not to her knowledge, someone or something was on their way to end Mira's peace.. temporally.. or maybe even permanently
[member="Darth Animus"]
"Bantha steak M'lady, Medium-rare, along with a bottle of Donian Wine." The droid would state as it placed the tray of food down next to Mira, setting it on a small table.
"Thank you B8.. Oh, um, how is my father doing..?" Mira would ask the droid, as deep down inside she was fearing the state in which her father, the King of Donus was in being that he was growing more and more sickly as he aged into being 112 years old.
"I fear.. the illness in which he is facing has become.. critical and he has only a month or two month too live, I'm sorry M'lady." The droid responded with as much sincerity a programmed droid could possibly have. After a moment of sadness from Mira she ordered the droid off, and continued to rest, needing this moment of peace to herself. However not to her knowledge, someone or something was on their way to end Mira's peace.. temporally.. or maybe even permanently
[member="Darth Animus"]