Private Family Dinner

[Diarch Reign]

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Location: The Diarchs Apartments | Bastion
Tags: Diarch Rellik Iandre Athlea Lady Nocturne
Gear: Amulet of the Warden's Eye, Bladefather
Color Code: #B35432

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Reign and Nocturne’s home was almost never opened to people, it was the one spot of privacy the Diarch and his wife reserved only for themselves and their family.

The penthouse suite was impressive, to say the least. Sitting atop one of the newest towers in Ravelin and boasting panoramic views of the city the multi level suite was designed with Reign and Nocturnes input in mind, gold veined black stone accented everywhere but the floors were a faithful recreation of the marble that had decorated the home of Lord Kakus. But perhaps the most impressive thing in the entire home was the kitchen. Cooking together was perhaps what brought Reign and Nocturne the closest together.

Today was a special occasion, Reign and Nocturne had invited Rellik and his betrothed over for dinner. Allowing the girls a night out among their friends, the grown ups were going to get together.

On the menu tonight was a Chandrilan meal, starting with a cheese board and followed by Chandrilan Squall Tendermeat it was quite a treat as Nocturne’s home planet was Chandrila, though it was unlikely she’d be able to return there any time soon.

The kitchen was alive, music playing as the Diarch and his lady cooked. Reign dancing around while he created to Colla sauce.

“That brother of mine better appreciate this, this sauce took me all day!”

He said laughing before he snuck over to where his wife was cutting the cheeses to steal a kiss.

 

[Lady Nocturne]

Location: Home
Tags: Diarch Reign Diarch Rellik Iandre Athlea
Color Code: #D8A4A2

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Music filled the air of their home, it was the one special place that Nocturne had with her husband. Safe from the wars, safe from the eyes of the galaxy. Here, they could be themselves.

She had been thrilled at the idea of hosting Rellik and Iandre, she had just changed the decore out to match the harvest colors, warm pops of gold and burnt Sienna accent black and gold of their home.

Currently Nocturne was swaying in time to the music, singing softly as she cut the cheese and fruit for the appetizer. When suddenly she was attacked by her husband, who looked to steal a kiss!

“You’re lucky the girls aren’t here to see you do that!”

she said with a smile, their daughters never did care for public displays of affection. It always elicited an “EW!” From their teenagers.

She picked up her glass of wine and Reign’s Corellian Whiskey and brought them over.

“Here’s to us. And let’s hope your brother is on time for once”

she said as she handed Reign his glass and clinked hers to his.

 

[Diarch Rellik]

The elevator hummed softly as it rose toward the penthouse, the city lights of Ravelin stretching out beneath them like molten gold. Rellik glanced at Iandre beside him. Like fine music her presence melted his soul, filled it with a peace that words would never be able to describe.

When the doors slid open, warmth met them first, music, laughter, the faint spice of Chandrilan seasoning drifting through the air. Rellik smirked under his breath.

Reign was cooking. Intensely.
That alone was a good sign. It meant he did not intend to grill Iandre in his older brother fashion. Perhaps he already knew, and approved.

He stepped inside without ceremony, letting the door close behind them as his voice carried down the entryway.

"Hello! Trouble has arrived." His words carried with a light laugh. "It smells amazing in here. Nocturn must be cooking!" It was a purposeful jab but more one that was just meant to make everyone smile in an exasperated way.

He walked toward the kitchen, His gaze swept over the harvest-colored décor, Nocturne's touch, unmistakable, then to the two of them, dancing around and filling their home with love.

It made him smile.

When his eyes met Nocturne's, he dipped his head in a genuine bow.

"Your home looks beautiful, thank you both for having us." His expression and tone let Reign know he was no longer joking around. He meant it fully.

He stepped aside so Iandre could enter fully, giving her space to speak for herself, but the soft warmth in his expression made his intentions clear:

This night was very important and she was what made it important to him.

Iandre Athlea Lady Nocturne Diarch Reign

 

[Iandre Athlea]

Warmth met Iandre the moment she and Rellik stepped through the penthouse doors, wrapping around her like a soft, unexpected embrace. Music drifted lazily through the air—something light, wordless, and full of motion—threading between the scents of Chandrilan spices simmering on the stove and the faint sweetness of fruit being cut. It felt nothing like a political space or a Diarchy chamber. It felt like a home. A lived-in one. One shaped by laughter, by long nights cooking together, by two people who understood each other down to the breath. For an instant, Iandre stood there, letting the warmth of the room seep into the edges of a heart that so rarely had room to breathe.

Rellik stepped forward with his playful announcement—"Trouble has arrived"—and the familiar teasing lilt in his voice drew an immediate, quiet smile from her. She followed a step behind him, not rushing, instead taking her time to absorb the ambience around her. Black-stone veined with gold caught the light in elegant streaks, softened by Nocturne's harvest-colored décor. Burnt sienna, deep gold, warm undertones—it all made the suite feel like the embodiment of autumn sunlight. Even from the entryway, she could see the city stretching beyond the enormous windows, Ravelin glittering like tiny stars scattered across the valley. But what caught her attention most—what truly set something warm alight inside her—was seeing Reign and Nocturne moving around the kitchen together.

She had met Reign before—multiple times—but this was the first time she had seen him relaxed, swaying to music as he cooked, stealing kisses between stirring pots. Nocturne, elegant as ever, moved with a practiced ease that matched him perfectly. There was a kind of intimacy there, a wordless dance built over years, and it filled the home with a quiet joy that Iandre found herself admiring more than she expected.

When Rellik stepped aside, giving her space to enter fully, she let her hand brush his lightly in silent gratitude before stepping forward with steady, unhurried grace.

"If trouble's arrived," she said softly, her lips curving into a teasing smile, "then I suppose I'm guilty by association."

Her gaze lifted to Reign first, offering him a smile that held genuine fondness. He was the Diarch, yes—but here, in this home, he was her future brother-in-law, and she greeted him as such.

"Reign," she said warmly, "your home looks beautiful. And whatever you're cooking…it smells better than half the cafés in Ravelin."

Then her eyes shifted to Nocturne—someone she had seen often, admired from a distance, but rarely spoken to in a setting free of command structures and official duties. Seeing her now, surrounded by golden light and warm décor, cutting fruit with a glass of wine by her elbow, Iandre felt an unexpected sense of ease.

"Nocturne," she greeted, voice soft with sincerity, "it's good to finally see you somewhere that isn't a briefing hall or a crisis meeting." "Your décor is incredible. You've turned this place into something stunning…and welcoming."

The compliment wasn't an empty courtesy. It came from genuine appreciation—an admiration for the warmth and artistry woven into the very bones of this home.

Stepping further inside, Iandre held out a small wrapped box, offering it with both hands.

"Thank you for inviting us," she said gently. "It means more than I can say. And we didn't come empty-handed."

The gift was meaningful but straightforward—a handcrafted piece she had chosen with care, something she hoped would complement the heart of their home rather than clutter it.

She glanced back at Reign with a softened laugh.

"Now, before you burn something important…" a playful glint in her eye, "tell me what I can help with."

There was no stiffness here. No formal politeness. Just warmth, familiarity, and a quiet sense of belonging. As she stepped fully into the suite—into this private space few ever saw—she carried the unspoken awareness that this night mattered. Not because of status or ceremony, but because she was being welcomed into a family, and into the gentle, beautiful world they had built together.

Diarch Rellik Lady Nocturne Diarch Reign

 

[Diarch Reign]

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Location: Home
Tags: Lady Nocturne Iandre Athlea Diarch Rellik
Gear: Amulet of the Warden's Eye, Bladefather
Color Code: #B35432

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Reign laughed, joyfully, truly. His children did always love to give him a hard time.

“A shame that they should see someone so in love. Perhaps the. They won’t accept less from their own partners one day I hope”

He accepted the glass that was given to him, clinking it softly against Nocturne’s wine glass. His eyes softer than any being had ever seen them. Eyes reserved only for her.

He felt him a split second before he spoke. His younger brother had arrived. As he rounded the corner into the kitchen, Reign threw his hands in front of his eyes. Pretending to be blinded.

“BROTHER! What did I tell you about entering a room before I’ve had the chance to put sun shades on? The light off your bald head almost cost me my eyes!”

He laughed as he said this, throwing the joking nature back at his brother.

As Iandre spoke, Reign’s voice grew far more serious, taking on a tone of mock hurt.

“Only HALF of the cafes? I shall not forget this insult dear sister.”

He turned back to stirring his sauce, the meat was nearly done baking and would need to be finished soon. Waving off their offer of aid.

 

[Lady Nocturne]

Location: Home | Kitchen
Tags: Diarch Reign Diarch Rellik Iandre Athlea
Color Code: #D8A4A2

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Nocturne smiled at her husband. If only the galaxy saw how soft he truly could be, but no, that would not do. That softness was reserved only for her, and she would not share it.

She had just finished her cheese board when their guests arrived. As usual, her brother in law brought jokes before anything.

She did however, have to stifle a laugh at her husband’s response.

“It is always a pleasure to have you dear brother.”

But she looked then as Iandre spoke to her, her brown eyes twinkling with kindness.

“Thank you so much! It is a labor of love to give our home some warmth. And it is so very great to see you outside of all the serious business. I must say though, you’re already making quite a name for yourself.”

Nocturne wiped her hands on an apron before reaching out to take the gift from her future Sister-In-Law.

It was something small, handcrafted and obviously selected with care. She nodded solemnly, then placed it directly on the mantle in a place of honor.

“You honor us, dear sister. And know this shall have a place of honor among us”

Nocturne returned to the kitchen and pulled out a number of ingredients to make a cake.

“If you want to help, how are you with creating fillings? I’m trying to recreate a recipe for a cake I had once on Taris. Honoring the boys home as Reign does mine. I could use a hand.. Reign is no good at baking”

she threw a glance at her husband, the light jab one she’d given him plenty.

 

[Diarch Rellik]

Rellik watched the three of them settle into their rhythm. Reign stirring with theatrical flourish, Nocturne already pulling new ingredients, Iandre stepping in beside her with an ease that made his chest warm.

He lingered only a moment before turning toward the sideboard where the Corellian Whiskey sat in its familiar place. The gesture was out of respect, but he still lifted his voice over the soft music. "Reign," he called lightly, "mind if I pour a glass for myself and Iandre?"

Without waiting for more than the expected grunt or wave of approval, The scent of aged spice and char drifted upward, warm and comforting. As he poured the amber liquid into two glasses, his gaze drifted back across the kitchen.

Nocturne laughing softly.
Reign smiling
Iandre, his Iandre, moving with soft confidence, sleeves rolled up, gently matching Nocturne's pace as they prepared the filling together.

A quietness settled into him then. A deep, rare contentment.

His smile deepened just slightly as he took his place beside them. When he reached Iandre's side, he held hers out with a soft warmth. This pace with them all together was euphoric and almost stunned the Diarch. It made his head spin slightly but from feeling so much love. Surreal to his life up to now.

They were all here. A family. It shocked his system but with a flood of warmth and love.

Diarch Reign Lady Nocturne Iandre Athlea

 

[Iandre Athlea]

Iandre moved toward the counter when Nocturne beckoned her, the warmth of the penthouse kitchen settling over her shoulders like something she had never quite learned how to carry. The scent of Reign's sauce, the gentle clatter of utensils, and Nocturne's soft humming filled the room with a kind of domestic ease that felt worlds apart from briefing halls and battlefields. Yet instead of feeling out of place, she felt… welcomed. Unexpectedly so.

When Nocturne asked if she would help with the cake, Iandre paused for a heartbeat—just long enough for the question to land somewhere deeper than the surface. Quietly, she stepped closer to the counter, her posture attentive, hands instinctively folding together as if preparing for instruction.

"What kind of recipe?" she asked, her tone soft but steady, genuine curiosity threading through her voice. Her gray eyes flicked to the array of ingredients Nocturne had gathered. "Tell me what you need, and I will do my best."

And then Nocturne said it again—sister—with the kind of casual warmth that struck like a gentle, unexpected chord.

Iandre's breath stilled—not from discomfort, but from a quiet, startled wonder she hadn't expected to feel tonight. She repeated the word, barely above a whisper, as if tasting it for the first time.

"Sister…"

There was a small delay as the meaning settled, her expression softening at the edges. She had lived a Jedi life where attachments were cautioned against; then centuries in her escape pod where the concept of "family" had been frozen in time. To hear the word applied to her now—with affection, with acceptance—stirred something warm in her chest she hadn't realized she'd been craving.

Just then, Rellik returned to her side, the quiet confidence of his presence grounding her instantly. He held out a glass of whiskey for her—his timing, as always, impossibly precise. She accepted it with a gentle nod, fingers brushing his briefly, a silent thank-you shared between them.

Turning her attention back to the counter, she rolled up her sleeves, the faintest, rarest curve of amusement touching her lips.

"Show me where to begin. I've repaired lightsabers under fire—surely I can manage a cake filling."

A soft laugh escaped her, light and unguarded, blending seamlessly into the warmth of Reign and Nocturne's home.

And as she stepped fully into the space beside her soon-to-be sister, she felt it settle inside her with quiet certainty:
this kitchen, this warmth, this family—
was becoming her home.

Diarch Reign Diarch Rellik Lady Nocturne