Voice of Naboo
C I T Y O F T H E E D
N A B O O
ROYAL STABLES
The air outside the Royal Stables smelled of sun-warmed hay and polished leather. It was one of those golden Naboo afternoons that begged to be spent outdoors, the kind where the light breeze carried laughter and birdsong over the meadows.
Sibylla had let herself indulge in a touch of rebellion, accepting
Aurelian Veruna
's offer for an afternoon Guarlara ride. It had been years since she'd last ridden anything larger than a Gualama, and though she was raised in the noble tradition of horsemanship, the towering Guarlara were another matter entirely. The Monarch's herd shimmered in the sun beyond the stables, their sleek hides glinting like living ink.Dressed for practicality rather than politics, she wore a white blouse of light fabric, fitted tan riding pants, and well-worn Shaak leather boots. Her hair was tied back in a thick braid to keep it from whipping into her face once they reached the open fields.
Now, if only the man of the hour would appear.
She panned her gaze over the busy stable yard until one of the stable hands noticed her. The tall redhead approached with an easy smile, recognizing her at once.
"May I be of assistance, m'lady?"
Sibylla returned the smile, her tone pleasant but precise despite the sparks of gold flashing in her hazel eyes.
"I'm looking for His Majesty. I've a few updates to provide him."
That, at least, wasn't a lie. Corde's latest report still lingered fresh in her mind, the one detailing Aurelian's apparent involvement in a certain Hapan wedding between a pirate warlord and a self-proclaimed queen -- in Black Sun territory. While there was still an active six-hundred-thousand-credit assassination bounty on his head.
Truly, the man's recklessness knew no bounds.