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Private Family's Heart

Naboo
Dee'ja Peak
Abrantes Estate
0900


"Sir, are you entirely sure this is a good idea?" The voice of the loyal butler and well confidante of House Abrantes Caleb Irons could be heard. His voice stern but made up with pure respect yet a small tone of grandfatherly advice. Sir Irons had been a well respected member of House Abrantes for many years. He was one of Fathers most trusted friends, and while he wished to serve in this position he was truly a member of the family. Well versed in military affairs, weaponry, electronic, hacking.

If you named it he could do it, that included cooking. Cassian tended to take over that duty on the weekends, especially in the early morning breakfasts. It was a good time for the family to get together and spend that small time with one another. It was incredibly obvious, that Cassian was deeply devoted to his family. They were for all intents and purposes, they were all he had. Sure he had his military career, but family was his home.

"Of course it's a good idea." Cassian spoke as he seemed like a master in the kitchen multitasking, as Caleb set the table.

"I mean, inviting Master Lysander von Ascania Lysander von Ascania to dine with the family for breakfast is a respectable thing. But, not informing Milady Sibylla Abrantes Sibylla Abrantes of that choice....." Caleb trailed off as he moved to start placing the glasses around the table. "That choice could have some dire consequences...."

"Well, I never said I wasn't going to inform her. It just....slipped my mind. Granted he did not make a promise to attend." Cassian said with a small innocent smile. There was no denying the fact that he loved to tease his sister relentlessly. She would know, or so he hoped that she was incredibly important to him.

Mother, Father and young Elian, whom he was sure was still sound asleep right now. If anything ever happened to Sibylla, this family would be devastated. Cass always considered her the the wisest and cleverest of them all.

"But, you are correct. I shall go inform her now." The young Colonel moved across the Abrantes Estate, nodding to several of the house guards preforming their daily security inspections. He made it to his sisters room and gave a few light knocks on the door.

"Dear sister, breakfast will be ready in about thirty minutes. Oh and I happened upon Lysander a few days ago and invited him for breakfast this morning as well." Cassian turned to walk away, a big smile on his face. The young man had made an observation that perhaps she was into him. Maybe, so that left the teasing a bit more on the strong side. He had to be careful as Caleb had instructed, because if the tables are indeed turned, she would strike back against him with equal fury and playfulness.
 



Several days earlier, Lysander had found himself staring at the unexpected transmission on his datapad—an invitation from Cassian, a figure still etched into the acolyte’s psyche from their meeting at a charity auction on New Cov. But the bitter taste of recent failures hadn’t dulled; Ukatis left him questioning everything, and Korriban had unraveled more than he ever anticipated. And now, this message felt like an opportunity he wasn’t sure he even deserved.

Dee'ja Peak was not unfamiliar to him; twice, he had wandered these areas, both times engaged in the violence from Naboo's invasions by Mandalorians. Cassian had already set a time for his arrival at the Abrantes Estate, but the thought of how the junior representative may receive him constantly plagued his mind; he wondered if she would greet him openly or be more cautious now. His last message had been crafted with precision and intent; but now, weeks later, he couldn't help but hope that it had left no lingering wounds beneath the girl’s well-guarded mask.

Arriving one day prior, Lysander’s routine held firm; as always, this was a testament to his discipline. Like every morning, he was up by 0500, and by 0530, his running shoes would kiss the streets, the cool morning air wrapping around him. Simple carbs fueled the training session as he began logging the kilometers.

The winding paths, like veins coursing through the expanse of the Gallo Mountains, drew him deeper; after so long in the Outer Rim, they remained a strong reminder of a forgotten luxury. By the time he returned near the starting point an hour later, the sun’s rays were beginning to paint the sky. Beads of sweat gathered at his brow, and the saturated black Bad Ewok t-shirt clung relentlessly to his torso. Lysander wiped his face with the hem, then glanced down at the holowatch on his left wrist. The performance data flashed back at him.

It was not the fastest nor the slowest run ever completed, but enough to offer promise for the day ahead.

Returning to the hotel only to replace routine with preparation, he soon found himself dressed in a sage green tunic and tan trousers, matched by leather boots. The outfit carried unnusual weight, as it was the first time in years now, he’d worn colors that blended in with Naboo’s landscapes; yet, it still anchored him to this place.

The estate beckoned him forth, a call that lured him closer with each passing step; but as he neared its grounds, a prickling sensation rose in his Force-attuned senses, warning him of holocams and even an intricate security system. Well aware of the potential for unwanted attention here, the blonde carefully concealed his own energy, deemed necessary since his arrival on Naboo. Standing before the opulent building, he briefly considered messaging Cassian, but knew his presence had likely already been detected.

And so, naturally guided by both his own roots and the remembrance of Nabooan culture, he carried with him a small offering: a delicate blend of tea, chosen to honor the planet's lush gardens. The floral notes would soon serve as a subtle nod to the beauty of Naboo; surely, a simple yet thoughtful gesture that offered something beyond the planned morning meal.
 
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Sibylla was just about to ask her attendant to adjust the braided filigree once more when a knock sounded at her door, a familiar voice on the other side making her pause.

"Dear sister, breakfast will be ready in about thirty minutes. Oh and I happened upon Lysander a few days ago and invited him for breakfast this morning as well."

Cassian's voice trailed off before Sibylla even had a chance to process the full impact of the words.

Sibylla blinked at her reflection, stunned for a moment.

Breakfast. Breakfast with Lysander.

It wasn't so much that Lysander had been invited -- it was the casual, almost too effortless way in which Cassian had invited him and, well... how things had ended without a quip after that embarrassing affair at the concert venue.

And what he had messaged her in the wake of it.

Her brow furrowed, the sudden rush of emotion causing her to widen her hazel eyes and swivel her head towards the door where Cassian had already smugly left, walking away.

"Cassian!" The word slipped out before she could fully regain composure, her voice laced with indignation and disbelief. She pushed herself off the seat with swift precision, the pale cornflower blue silk of her gown fluttering around her like a cloud of subdued outrage as she practically flew to the door.

"Cassian!"
She called again, her voice rising with the urgency of a sister out for familial justice. She was, of course, far from dignified at this moment, but that was nothing new when it came to her brother. His incessant teasing was enough to set even the most poised of ladies off balance, especially when Lysander was involved.

She could hear him down the hallway, his steps quickening as he no doubt took great pleasure in her discomfort. She gave chase.

"Oh, I'll make you pay for this one," she muttered under her breath, though her lips couldn't help but twitch into a smile. He was her brother, after all. No matter the scandalous chaos he so enjoyed creating, he was family. And no one, not even a well-bred noblewoman, could escape the incessant teasing of Cassian Abrantes.

As she rounded the corner to chase after him, her thoughts inevitably drifted to Lysander; what was his reaction to all this? Was he truly coming, or had Cassian made some miscalculation?

Sibylla didn't know whether to feel excited or anxious by the thought of breakfast with him. But one thing was for certain: her morning had just taken a turn she hadn't anticipated.

She was hot on Cassian's heels, the sound of her footsteps echoing through the hall as she chased him toward the atrium. Her breath came quick, a mixture of frustration and indignation swirling inside her. How dare he -- how could he -- she hadn't even had the chance to prepare herself, to regain her composure. Not that Cassian would care; he knew exactly what buttons to press.

But as she rounded the corner, she came to a stuttering halt -- for an attendant had opened the main entryway and had ushered Lysander inside, the blonde standing there dressed in a verdant nobleman's attire, a small container in his hands, and his green eyes swiveling from observing his surroundings and onto her abrupt arrival.

The timing, of course, could not have been worse.

Sibylla could feel her cheeks burn as she stood frozen for a moment, caught between frustration and something else entirely; something a little less controllable, a little more... discomfiting. Lysander had seen her like this, caught in the act of chasing her brother like a child, her composure utterly shattered.

Embarrassing.

"... Lysander."
She breathed out, feeling a flutter arch in her belly as it all played out like another fever dream. The irony was almost too much.

I'm going to kill, Cassian!

Her hand hovered awkwardly in the air, the one she had raise to seemingly attempt to grab at Cassian, before falling to her side in an attempt to gather her bearings. She had always been the composed one, the one who wielded politeness like a weapon, and here she was, reduced to chasing after her insufferable brother in front of him.

Swallowing hard, she gave an inclination of her head, the light glinting off the golden filigree braided in her thick plait of hair as it swayed at her back, the young woman quickly flowing into the decorum skills she had learned to the point of muscle memory as a child.

"Welcome to the Abrantes Manor."

 
Naboo
Dee'ja Peak
Abrantes Estate


"Cassian!"


Had the young noble opted to ignore his sisters call, perhaps. What he did not expect was her to be right on his heels as he glanced back lightly to see her round the corner.

How did she get there so quickly?

Cassian cleared his throat as he caught the smallest glimpse of her and he turned forward again and sped up his already fast walk. Did he mean to torture his poor sister, of course not. It was primarily meant to tease in all honest. He knew if they tables were turned, that she would retaliate in kind. He mused at the thought, and shook his and let out a rather happy sigh. He loved his family dearly, these moments were some that he would never get enough of.

For him, he guessed it was a good thing that there were no woman in his life that he was trying to get attention from, or vice versa. And if there was, trying to keep it a secret from his sister would be nearly impossible.

"Cassian!


He heard her voice again, yet he then came to a slow stop as the main entryway door began to open. He glanced back to see Sibylla now on him, suddenly stop in her tracks. He winked at his sister, as he was beaming with pride and with well slight amusement. He had never seen her so.....

Well.....

"... Lysander."

Cassian, wasn't going to lie. He had to bite his bottom lip to keep from laughing. She was....this was entirely new for him to see. And while it was amusing for him. It was also very cute and a good sight to see. His sisters happiness was paramount for him, and her reaction revealed a few things to him.

"Welcome to the Abrantes Manor."

He took a few smalls steps between her and him. He gave Sibylla a small side hug, as he whispered in her ear. "Smooth, you got it bad dear sister."

Cassian then chuckled lightly as he moved forward to greet Lysander.

"Welcome my friend, to Abrantes Manor. I'm very happy you accepted my invitation."
He reached out with his hand to shake Lysanders. "Breakfast should be ready within the half hour." He patted Lysander on the shoulder, as he looked back to Sibylla. "I'm going to go finish up, you two can catch up."

Cassian turned and made his way back to the dining room to finish preparing. A small smile on his face, he felt it was to be a good day.

Lysander von Ascania Lysander von Ascania Sibylla Abrantes Sibylla Abrantes
 


Led by the attendant, Lysander glided through the halls of Abrantes Manor, his gaze drinking in every detail stretching before him. Having experienced many travels across the galaxy, he knew such atmospheres often left others awestruck; yet his movements would remain precise, composed, not betraying a single hint of admiration.

A sound cut through the quiet.

Footsteps.

The blonde came to a halt, his gaze drawn towards the noise.

Two young siblings, chasing each other in such a manner caused a smile to grace his lips. The playfulness, the frustration, the familial bond, all of it reminded him of the happier days spent in the von Ascanania Manor back on Ukatis.

Now it felt like so long ago.


Then he witnessed the girl coming to a halt; his eyes instinctively found hers.

The acolyte quickly adjusted the small container in his hands, for the weight of it suddenly felt much heavier.

“I can pretend nothing happened, Lady Sibylla, so that it might grant you peace.”

Naturally, he caught sight of something rare; it unsettled him more than he wanted to admit. There was something different in her voice, too, the way it wrapped around his name.

And just as one would’ve expected, she quickly retreated into etiquette.

When the elder Abrantes approached, the handshake was met with warmth, his grip firm. "It's good to see you again," he said, allowing the words to flow with ease, which mirrored their initial meeting on New Cov. The mention of breakfast held his attention; for a moment, amusement even passed through his emerald gaze. The mention of breakfast held his attention; a flicker of amusement passed through the fire of his emerald gaze. After the morning run, it suddenly sounded better than usual. Instead of a luxury, it was now a necessity. When Cassian clapped his shoulder, the boy's head inclined in appreciation; a simple gesture, but one that could speak volumes.

"Thank you for the invitation. I'm looking forward to it."

Then, he was alone with Sibylla.

The blonde's fingers curled ever so slightly against the surface of the container; it allowed him to be grounded amidst the chaos of his mind. Fortunately, there was artwork that adorned the walls, thus giving him an escape while masking the myriads of emotions beneath the surface.

But the moment stretched on for what felt like an eternity.

Finally, he managed to gather himself and turn back to her. "The color suits you," he said, smooth and steady, despite the inner struggle.

The container shifted in his grasp, followed by a light exhale. The faintest hint of mirth crept into his voice.

"Much preferable to anything.. overly bright, but I guess you already knew that."

His admission to the noblewoman back on his home planet flowed as natural as Ukatis'rivers; however, there were echoes that lingered from the night of the concert on Korriban, a night that left him in quiet turmoil since, affected by his own emotionally driven message that had been sent when she was forced to leave.

Now, he just wanted peace.

With perfect posture, the acolyte stood, as if rooted to the spot. "It's nice to see you again.. or at least, the side of you flying through the halls." A ghost of warmth touched his words.

A gesture was made with the container, even if he didn't make any effort to bridge the distance between them. "I thought this would be suitable for the morning." His thumb traced one of its edges as he looked down. “I chose this one for its floral notes, though nothing overwhelming, or so I was told. Some parts of Naboo have always stayed with me. I do hope that you and your family enjoy it.

His lips quirked into a subtle smile. “I have a feeling Cassian knows his way around a kitchen—perhaps even more than my eldest sister, though I doubt that’s much of a challenge.”
 
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Sibylla had paused midstep, the silken hem of her azure gown whispering over the polished stone like it, too, held its breath.

She hadn't expected him so soon.

Certainly not like this, carrying a gift with careful hands, speaking in that maddeningly steady tone, and somehow managing to unseat her without saying anything terribly scandalous at all.

And Shiraya help her, he noticed the dress color. Praised it even if it came with his signature quips.

The compliment landed with all the subtlety of a turbolaser to her composure, though she masked it with a blink and a far too thorough study of the inlaid paneling beside his shoulder. Her cheeks, traitorous things, flushed rosypink despite every Nabooan etiquette lesson she had ever endured.

Pleasure.

"It's a practical color," she replied softly, her voice clipped and precise like she could will away her own reaction.

"Easier to blend in when one is... not flying through the halls."

Her gaze flicked back to him then, just for a heartbeat, and there it was again. That quiet thrill at seeing him. Real and standing before her. Not in a holoscreen. Not in a memory from Korriban or a halfremembered dream.

"I.. thank you," she said, gesturing lightly toward the container. "You didn't have to bring anything, but… I'm glad you did." Her voice was still polite, diplomatic, but the edges softened.

"Cassian does know his way around a kitchen, though he pretends otherwise. I think it soothes the part of him that never quite left the officer's mess."

She hesitated, then stepped a fraction closer, not enough to be obvious, but enough to signal something had shifted.

"It is nice to see you again," she added quietly, this time without the armor of titles or careful tones. They hadn't seen each other in a while and would have at the concert had things not gone sideways. Once again, what he sent her as a message then that she'd yet figured out how to respond bloomed in her mind.

Nerves unlike what she'd felt before stirred, and Sibylla found herself in a circumstance that left her of all bloody things, reverting to quips herself.

"Even if the manor caught the first glimpse of you before I did." Her lips curved, almost selfdeprecating. "I suppose it makes us even."

For a moment longer, she simply stood there, unsure if she should say more… or if the silence between them had, somehow, become enough.

Then she took a step forward, slowly crossing the distance to him, until her head tipped back to glance up at his face, sailing over the verdant of his eyes and that scar that curved over the brow of one. He was tanner. His hair bleached lighter. Well the sun on Korriban would do that. He was a blend and medley of things she didn't quite understand yet but still couldn't help but want to, even if propriety told her she should be careful.

"Thank you," she repeated again, extending her hand to take the small box, delicate fingers unfurling towards him unlike those calloused by acolytes he likely bore as well.

"The green suits you." She added, thinking to herself it brought out the hue in his eyes but daring not to say it.

Then again, she had kept lots of things to herself hadn't she?


 

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