Panatha
The Crimson Citadel & Onyx Spire
Crimson eyes flecked with amber watch as the
Crestfallen landed, its small escort to be expected the small numbers a nod of respect and trust from the former ruler of the Reach to the current. The Arch-Queen stood in silence, flanked by her own pair of Queensguard, a concession to the absence of her personal bodyguard and friend [member="Caehl Ren"] , currently occupied in his service to the Supreme Leader, a timing that was carefully orchestrated to her benefit. The requisite squadrons of Stormtroopers milled around, ordered to keep their distance and allow for privacy for the Dark Lord of the Sith and his Granddaughter to reacquaint themselves.
His darkness swathed figure appeared, the Force of his presence rolling over her, eyes flashing a brighter red as power called to power, a soft smile spreading at the sensation. Time had passed since Ara had last met the man whose blood and legacy flowed through her veins, a legacy the First Order was all too happy to exploit in their efforts to instill and maintain order upon the Pacanth Reach, once the domain of the Dark Lord, now hers. Feeling the attention of her guard sharpen as she stepped away, a silent order for them to wait allowing the girl to meet her guest personally. A few sharp steps brought her forward, a small bow from the waist in greeting as she spoke.
”Welcome back to the Reach, M’lord. Your presence and expedience is greatly appreciated.”
Straightening, her voice offered a warm, confident welcome, her hands easily clasped before her, the monarch a picture of easy grace and pose. If she had had any doubts as to his attendance at the requested meeting it didn’t show in her manner or her tone, a simple sweep of her arm welcoming him into her new home.
Recently built, the towering fortress now known as the Onyx Spire cast its shadow across the small spaceport and the bank of the bay, it’s bronze and glass reflecting the dying light of evening, fiery rays dancing along its surfaces. A true smile bloomed for a moment as her gaze paused on the structure, pride in its construction thrumming through her. Instead of guiding their party into the depths of the palace, she turned towards the smaller, easily overlooked building nestled into its base. Smaller, less ostentatious, the manor house served as her home away from home, made of stone and natural building materials as opposed to the sharp metals of her spire. Matching her speed to that of her guest, the guards who had accompanied the Queen falling back to ensure none other than the Sith Lord and his Crownguard attempted to follow.
Leading them through the grand entry, they passed the small visitor and family wing, to the parlor built into the back of the mansion, open on one side to the sprawling patio. A fire already roared in the marble hearth, tray of refreshments and small bites sitting in preparation of their arrival on a bronze tray beside the small seating area. A wave of the hand dismissed her pair of sentinels, twin pillars taking up residence on either side of the entry, assuring the two Masters would not be disturbed.
”May I offer you a refreshment after your journey, Grandfather?”
The last word was said with a slight bit of hesitation, the title still foreign to the girl who knew little of the meaning of family, much less one with such a history. Her fingers reached up to unclasp the family crest that held her cloak across her shoulders, easily folding the black and maroon fabric and lying it across the back of an unused chair. This was her home and everything from her clothing to her mannerism bespoke comfort. After all, this was a personal matter, formalities would only hinder their purpose.
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