Private The prodigal son

[Talak Jenste]

TAG: Svana Neoma

Naboo, Theed.

For Talak it was a life long forgotten the world was so far removed from his memory that he could scarcely picture himself here any longer. Only flashes remained as the memories played through his mind, a child holding onto the hand of his mother as they strolled through the market. His memory was like watching the life of another unfold, happiness and peace. Peace was a lie, or so the Sith said, though much of what they said he now questioned.

Though he left this world as a child, he was no longer that, the Sith Lord bore no mark and showed no ill intent but his presence was enough that as he moved through the crowded streets people gave him a wide berth. Giving no mind to those around him he continued toward the palace, why had he come would be the first question, how would he answer that when he didn't know for sure himself. Though perhaps he did after decades of war for a cause that ultimately fell because of its corruption what further need was there for him to fight in its name.

It seemed to him that Darth Metus had it right all those years ago when he broke away from the Sith Empire. Had he seen it then he might have followed, but he had still been a blind and devout follower of an Emperor who cared little for those who carried out his will. Experience and hindsight were excellent teachers after the fact. As he moved up the steps to the palace he drew slightly concerned glances from the guards who seemed to think it unwise to stop him they were right.

However, once he arrived at the doors to the main hall he stopped and spoke to the man there. Explaining why he had come, who he was and why he was seeking an audience with the Queen. He knew full well the distrust of the Sith, so he remained far more patient than he normally would be before finally, the man left Talak standing alone by the door promising to return shortly he would wait for now.

 

[Svana Neoma]

Queen Liviana​

TAG: Talak Jenste
WEARING: [xXx]

Considering that as of late, the young Queen of Naboo had been sending for people to be brought to her, she had not in the least expected for someone to come and call upon her instead. She had been dealing with matters of house - which loosely translated to fussing with her only real friend over the last meeting she had, had not days before - when she had been approached and informed that her presence was requested. Naturally she had asked if such a meeting was safe, considering she was not used to people coming to see her as of yet, and the helpless shrug she received did not pacify her any.

Still, Svana had glanced at Rixa Numeck , sighed, and then left him behind so that she could followed the messenger back towards the main hall where her new guest was apparently expecting her, and she managed to do so with only tripping over her own feet once, thankfully out of sight. Poise was quickly regained however as she rounded the hall and this figure came into view. The Queen's brow pulled down into a gentle crease in the middle as she drew closer.

"Lord Jenste?" Naturally Svana did not know if that was how he wished to be addressed or not, all she could do was go by the information she had been given when told she had a guest waiting for her. "You requested an audience with me," that wasn't a question, but the following was, as she took her place, stood just a few feet away from him. "What is it I can do for you?"