Petra
Benefactor
It was often said that only a fool mistook fear for respect. Anyone could be feared, but it took a certain kind of leader to also then bring forth respect from those around them. Fear was a malleable tool and a means to an end whereas respect was and always would be the ultimate measure of a person's power.
A king was as likely to be feared as they were to be celebrated. In the end it all depended on the respect that they got out of their subjects. A great king, a respected king, could demand that his lessers march to the ends of the heavens and the ends of the hells. A feared king however would no sooner send someone to hell than they themselves be sent there by someone under them with enough courage to try.
It had taken years of building up a solid rep sheet to get here. Petra's adolescent years were spent in the army, the rest amongst the Sith at the Academy to learn what it truly meant to command respect. She had none to her name yet, not from anyone that truly mattered at least, but there was not a doubt in her mind that the time for that was rapidly approaching and she had the evidence to prove it.
The first piece being the fact that she had been knighted. Survival was never a given in these circles, the blade that dubbed you was as likely to be the one to cut your throat open. Trust much like any other valuable commodity amongst the Sith was something that had to be earned. You had to be subservient, but not without a spine. Loyal, but only for as long as it mattered.
The second piece of evidence, the actual piece of hard evidence, was the response letter she had kept from framing on her ship. It invited her to an audience with her literal Queen. Did Quinn hold Petra's absolute loyalty? Hell no. Did she command her respect for the various feats of strength that she had done over the years? Hell yes.
Or maybe it was just that Echani blood pumping through Petra's veins. Eshan's throne was being kept warm by an imposter while the true heir was being denied her rightful domain. Just because Petra was a Knight didn't mean that she had suddenly stopped from remembering her place. Quinn was so far above her that it was a mercy to even be recognized.
The Queen's security detail had told her to wait by the door as they went in to ensure that their meeting was to be held or not. Her answer came in the form of a foreboding creak as they slowly opened up once more to summon her forth. Petra let in a deep breath before she took the first step into a future filled with many, many more steps.
"Your highness." She said and greeted her Queen with a formal bow. "I am grateful that you have accepted my request to meet."
A king was as likely to be feared as they were to be celebrated. In the end it all depended on the respect that they got out of their subjects. A great king, a respected king, could demand that his lessers march to the ends of the heavens and the ends of the hells. A feared king however would no sooner send someone to hell than they themselves be sent there by someone under them with enough courage to try.
It had taken years of building up a solid rep sheet to get here. Petra's adolescent years were spent in the army, the rest amongst the Sith at the Academy to learn what it truly meant to command respect. She had none to her name yet, not from anyone that truly mattered at least, but there was not a doubt in her mind that the time for that was rapidly approaching and she had the evidence to prove it.
The first piece being the fact that she had been knighted. Survival was never a given in these circles, the blade that dubbed you was as likely to be the one to cut your throat open. Trust much like any other valuable commodity amongst the Sith was something that had to be earned. You had to be subservient, but not without a spine. Loyal, but only for as long as it mattered.
The second piece of evidence, the actual piece of hard evidence, was the response letter she had kept from framing on her ship. It invited her to an audience with her literal Queen. Did Quinn hold Petra's absolute loyalty? Hell no. Did she command her respect for the various feats of strength that she had done over the years? Hell yes.
Or maybe it was just that Echani blood pumping through Petra's veins. Eshan's throne was being kept warm by an imposter while the true heir was being denied her rightful domain. Just because Petra was a Knight didn't mean that she had suddenly stopped from remembering her place. Quinn was so far above her that it was a mercy to even be recognized.
The Queen's security detail had told her to wait by the door as they went in to ensure that their meeting was to be held or not. Her answer came in the form of a foreboding creak as they slowly opened up once more to summon her forth. Petra let in a deep breath before she took the first step into a future filled with many, many more steps.
"Your highness." She said and greeted her Queen with a formal bow. "I am grateful that you have accepted my request to meet."
