Aithne Charr
Heir of Fire
Solan Charr, King of Kesh, Shadow Prince, Yada yada yada. Did he ever mention how much he hated titles, if only he could abolish such a waste of time but they insisted on how it would make him look inn the Galactic theater... he couldn't argue though. These people he trusted, Keshiri and Purebloods that had been ok with the change in leadership and now did as they could to aid in Solan's appearance as a galactic figure. It was funny though, long ago he had been a kid on a farm in the middle of no where on Datooine and now he sat in a throne room that was as large as his old him. It was beautiful too, something he was going to capitalize on in this temperate environment as he had already gotten a garden going to replace and improve his former one.
What he was sitting here for, in a dark blue and silver colored robe that had been made by sasori and colored this way for a reason. He always did like the colors. Why was he sitting here though, well that was painfully simple.
What he was sitting here for, in a dark blue and silver colored robe that had been made by sasori and colored this way for a reason. He always did like the colors. Why was he sitting here though, well that was painfully simple.