Baiko no Kaho
G J E N G Ä N G E R
Raxis!
Gray, freaking, Raxis!
If Baiko could debase herself enough to spit, she would do so after stamping her elegant foot and storming out of the Mandalorian Embassy on Commenor. Yet, the Lady-turned-Servant was incapable of such an undignified faux pas. Instead, the dainty woman pulled herself together, dressed in the finest clothing she brought with her, and called ahead with a polite and tailored message to as permission for a visit with the [member="Lady Kay"], Queen of Commenor.
Baiko left the Embassy so quietly, she was certain Gray wouldn’t have heard her leave, and if he had, he wouldn’t have known where she’d gone in the first place.
Score one for Baiko no Kaho.
Married. The man considered them married. Well! He could consider all he liked! While he ate, and slept alone. Bah! Married! Not even a proposal, it was a preposterous venture! Flattering, but… but…. BUT…
… UNCOUTH!
So it was that the woman who came to the Commenori Palace to visit with the Queen walked in briskly, a hand fan in her hand waving furiously at reddened cheeks to calm them.
A blush! What was she, a hormonal teenaged girl? Gray-freaking-Raxis. Rrgh!
“Your Majesty, I do thank you so gratefully for the pleasure of calling upon you today, especially on such short notice. Many greetings, and thank you.” Baiko bowed as a servant bowed, deep and prolonged. She had yet to realize her value.