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Starship: The Commenori Pheonix: The KingsGuard.
Location: Descending towards Chasin City Royal Starport.
[member="Silfe Sosuri"] | [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Marcus Ismet-Ku"] | [member="Jairdain"] | [member="Darlyn Excron"] | [member="Triana Piett"] | [member="Voph"] | [member="Corran Cath"]

Something wasn't right.
The pit of his stomach had tightened into a knot since he had received a call of distress from the Palace back home in the Capital of Commenor, a direct line to the King's crew from the center of Government; in most cases the one seeking to speak with Veiere would have been his wife but not this time around. It had come from her assistant, and Veiere had been informed that the presiding men and women of the newly strengthened house of Lords had also demanded his direct attention and return from his personal affairs.
The Galaxy had a sick sense of humor, and a way of twisting that blade between your ribs when your back was turned to the ones you loved, if even only for a marginal time. Veiere had come from the struggling northern territories, having done what he could to assist the Jedi wherever possible, seeking to strengthen the presence of the light and bring hope to those in need outside of Commenor while his wife, the Queen [member="Lady Kay"] had remained behind and continued to lead their Home-world as she always had. Between them, when Veiere had been gone, things were thought to be running as smoothly and concise as they always had.
A King by marriage, Veiere's experience was required in Commenor's dire times of war or threat of coming under the thumb of another. When the call came through and he had conveyed with Commenor his imminent return, Veiere knew that some-how things had once again turned against him and his family; he knew not the severity nor the dangers present and who they were directed at, yet he could be glad at the least that it was his people communicating with him and not another Sith Emergence on their hands.
With all that had come and gone from the passed month away from Commenor, following his last exciting adventure with his Daughter and a turn into more problematic priorities outside of his Families reach, Veiere had been well and truly oblivious to the going-on's back here at home. The KingsGuard hissed as the vessel expelled hot steam and the pressures from the landing gear jolting the ship and signalling their successful landing, Veiere rising from his personal quarters already feeling grave for the way the Force called to him, and the way that his bond with his Wife did not.
Kay wasn't nearby, wasn't there to greet him as he would have expected, as was most always the case...
Disembarking alongside the crewman, pilot and couple officers responsible for the vessels maintenance, Veiere felt pulled toward the Palace and the question as to why he felt so uneasy, what all of this business and forced return well before he had meant for, was all truly about. "Contact the House of Lords, inform them that I have returned" he spoke plainly to an envoy of Kay's personal office, they who were there to help delegate and deliver the wishes of the Royal Family, House Arenais and to oversee clear communication between the Capital of Okanagon and the other seven states of Commenor; "Find someone who can get me up to speed immediately and ensure my Children remain on Commenor until I say otherwise".
"Somebody tell me why my time away was called to such an abrupt end...-Bring everyone in, and where is my Queen?".