Sahet'yaim [Sinner's Well]
Mid-Day
[member=Darth Ivum]
Home is where the heart is, as most people say.The impressively large building stood in a secret location on the planet Ryloth. It hadn't always been their home, but it was home now. If you weren't looking carefully, Sinner's Well appeared to be nothing more than an oddly shaped rock face. But this place, to Dianah, was as familiar as the back of her hand.
A nondescript ship landed neatly a few miles away from the castle carved in stone. Dianah had particularly requested to touch down at a distance. The walk was a comforting and familiar one. Each step was like walking through a door into the past. The yellow dirt swirled up in intricate patterns as she made her winding way toward the carved path that would lead her home. Everything felt familiar. The dust as she breathed it in, the clear blue skies over head, the towering stone pillar that stretched beyond the heavens. Even the trees lining the secret way through felt like old friends. Her hand stretched out to graze gently along the soft, low hanging leaves.
It wasn't a very short walk to the lounge, where she knew she would be greeted with a warm welcome regardless of who was in. There was some measure of comfort in the fact that she could return home anytime, no questions asked. The steps up toward her destination were long and unforgiving but the reward at the end was certainly worth the wait. As she reached the top of the stairs a bustling noise came from behind the thick set of double doors that had been crafted to be the entrance. They were always watching. Always waiting for a hint of someone coming up the gruelling steps. To family or friend, the men and women her father had picked to attend the home were as loyal as any. A cheer of greeting washed over Dianah as she turned the heavy handle to swing the doors open.
Ah... Home.
At least twenty different voices came at her from all angles. All the well wishing, curious, relieved voices. It put a content smile on her face. They were like family. For they feared for her safety and her well being as well as looking after her utterly and completely. There were constant barrages of "would the young mistress like something to eat?", "perhaps I can escort you to your rooms?".
But, Dianah didn't feel like going back to her rooms just yet. She thanked the generous servants quickly, asking only for a large bowl of grapes. From the Sun Parlour she began to wonder through the large structure with a definite purpose. Her footsteps fell without hesitation. There was nobody home, after all. It didn't seem like Father was here. There would be far less staff in the Parlour if he was. There were definitely no sisters around, young and old alike, and krif knows where that brother of her's had gotten too. Nobody had heard from him in years. It was safe to say she was all alone.
That is why Dianah entered the Throne Room with confidence.
The towering black throne sat atop a neat set of stairs that covered the entire length of the room. It had always been a source of wonder to Dianah. How her Father could sit on it and look so regal and terrifying all at the same time had always been a mystery. She had seen him scare the whites out of people's eyes. She had seen him dictate and direct an entire households worth of people at a moments notice. She had seen him bring down mystery and destruction. All from this glorious, carved stone seat. Dianah leaned her head back and let out a loud, long laugh. It echoed across the chambers loudly, reverberating off the polished stone walls. In a matter of minutes she had made her skipping way up to the chair.
Almost cat like in her movements, Dianah set herself upon the Throne. Her legs stretched to their full length, coming to rest across one of the large armrests. Then she settled herself back against the other. A soft blissful sigh escaped her lips. Happy as could be, Dianah began to pick merrily at the juicy fruit she had brought along. From up here she felt like an invincible Queen.