Duke Kyle DeVoe
Head of House DeVoe
It was easy pick up on his daughter's distress. The Duke was here to make his notions understood. Alderaan, his traditional family homestead could not remain a playing piece for the sith to play around with. The Duke knew all too well the nature of these misguided force users who for the most part were not even following the doctrine of the sith by which they so believed to be. he knew this all too well and personal. But here he was now again on Alderaan and his own son, primed and ready to succeed him was on his way from Lohr. The very same Lohr he had spent half his lifetime on. So it were with the male bloodline of the DeVoe, ever since their ancestor who had survived the destruction of their ancestral world of Alderaan, over 850 years earlier.
And that ancestor had been found by no other than a Dark Lord...of the House Zarkan on Lohr (secret ). Since that unfaithful day, and to this day, every male heir of the deVoe returned to Lohr and their castle holding to train under the House Zarkan.
The Duke knew all too well what kind of sith attacked them...and they were no sith by his account.
But as much as he could disconnect from the now and absorb the force energy of the anger in this room, his heart felt the stab of pain. It were of his daughter.
He lowered his eyes a moment and had to become father...his own heart could not allow anything less.
"Uhm..excuse me a moment..your majesty...gentlemen..." he said, looking over to his queen, as he got up off his chair once more.
He got to his daughter just as her legs gave out, collapsing in his hand. but he had expected that and held her strong but gentle, barely making it noticeable that she had indeed blacked out. he walked her outside, with the present ushers opening the doors for them. Marina had momentarily blacked out, coming too in the first few steps he had taken toward the exit with her.
Outside, he helped her to sit on one of the ornate chairs outside the chambers. he took a knee in front of his daughter, gently parting her golden locks away from her eyes.
"My heart...my daughter...sit here a moment...take in our mother earth's air." he said, now gently caressing her forehead.
"This is your home...your life is my life. I cannot allow any harm to come to you, your mother and your sister.." He said, as she seemed to recompose herself.
And that ancestor had been found by no other than a Dark Lord...of the House Zarkan on Lohr (secret ). Since that unfaithful day, and to this day, every male heir of the deVoe returned to Lohr and their castle holding to train under the House Zarkan.
The Duke knew all too well what kind of sith attacked them...and they were no sith by his account.
But as much as he could disconnect from the now and absorb the force energy of the anger in this room, his heart felt the stab of pain. It were of his daughter.
He lowered his eyes a moment and had to become father...his own heart could not allow anything less.
"Uhm..excuse me a moment..your majesty...gentlemen..." he said, looking over to his queen, as he got up off his chair once more.
He got to his daughter just as her legs gave out, collapsing in his hand. but he had expected that and held her strong but gentle, barely making it noticeable that she had indeed blacked out. he walked her outside, with the present ushers opening the doors for them. Marina had momentarily blacked out, coming too in the first few steps he had taken toward the exit with her.
Outside, he helped her to sit on one of the ornate chairs outside the chambers. he took a knee in front of his daughter, gently parting her golden locks away from her eyes.
"My heart...my daughter...sit here a moment...take in our mother earth's air." he said, now gently caressing her forehead.
"This is your home...your life is my life. I cannot allow any harm to come to you, your mother and your sister.." He said, as she seemed to recompose herself.