Smug Slug
The invitations were sent. One for Tycho. One for Mikhail. Seth was deemed dead or gone, Kasperli scarcely cared which. the boy was a disappointment. All of them were, but that would soon change.
The High Lord of House Melantha seated himself at the head of the dinner table. Inside his massive home, more a fortress than a mansion, few could reach him without his consent. Few indeed. The table was set for three. Himself, Tycho, and Mikhail. His blonde-haired nephew had proven himself capable of infiltrating the Templar Order. That would be useful. But it was upon Mikhail that Kasperli's favor lay. His son was one of the most powerful Sith Lords in the galaxy now. He had toppled an Emperor and done things with the Force that Kasperli could never hope to achieve. If only he had a... different temperament. He could have been something without Kasperli's direct interference. Alas, he would have to get his hands in the mud with the rest of them.
No food ladened the plates. Not yet. He expected the arrival of the two boys momentarily. Tycho would come because he wished to redeem himself. Mikhail would come looking for a fight. Kasperli was prepared for this. No doubt his son would try to kill him. Expected. The sins of the father and all. His mouth sat sternly, not hinting at the smile in his heart.
The High Lord of House Melantha seated himself at the head of the dinner table. Inside his massive home, more a fortress than a mansion, few could reach him without his consent. Few indeed. The table was set for three. Himself, Tycho, and Mikhail. His blonde-haired nephew had proven himself capable of infiltrating the Templar Order. That would be useful. But it was upon Mikhail that Kasperli's favor lay. His son was one of the most powerful Sith Lords in the galaxy now. He had toppled an Emperor and done things with the Force that Kasperli could never hope to achieve. If only he had a... different temperament. He could have been something without Kasperli's direct interference. Alas, he would have to get his hands in the mud with the rest of them.
No food ladened the plates. Not yet. He expected the arrival of the two boys momentarily. Tycho would come because he wished to redeem himself. Mikhail would come looking for a fight. Kasperli was prepared for this. No doubt his son would try to kill him. Expected. The sins of the father and all. His mouth sat sternly, not hinting at the smile in his heart.