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Private Welcome back to the fire Pt.2

Queen Witch...Or...You know
Zori advanced, each step measured — like a spider's foot touching silk.


"This isn't the Euphoria," she said smoothly. "You don't get to sweet talk your way out of this one."
"You came into my chamber," her voice dropped into something velvety, "and now you'll die in it."

She struck first — a horizontal arc of red light that seared across Kael's chestplate, narrowly missing flesh. Sparks flew.
 
They stumbled out the main doors, dodging a telekinetic blast that slammed the wall behind them. Dust rained down as a pipe burst overhead.


Kael threw up a shield grenade, buying a few seconds.


Behind the flickering barrier, the two men caught their breath.
 
"You had one job," Arq huffed. "Don't provoke the lightsaber witch. And what did you do? You provoked the lightsaber witch!"
 
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.

Sommer's Mind — Illusion Yacht

Silk sheets. Open balcony. The sound of the ocean was perfect.

Too perfect.

Sommer lay beside her — this dream version of Zori, no longer speaking, no longer pretending. Just… there. Beautiful. Close.
 
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
Sommer breathed slowly. The sound of the surf matched her pulse.

She felt her eyes flutter.

Reality was there — somewhere beyond the edge of this dream. People were shouting. Someone was bleeding for her.

But here?

Here was warm.

Safe.

Loved.

"I won't leave," Sommer whispered. Her voice cracked.
 
Queen Witch...Or...You know
Time didn't pass here. It folded. And it folded around Zori, who now lounged beside her in a sleek black satin dress, her hair glimmering with jeweled strands, her voice low and endlessly patient.

"You were always a queen," Zori said. "You just never had the kingdom."
 
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
Sommer didn't answer at first. Her drink — she couldn't remember how many she'd had — sparkled with bright pink fizz and glittering ice cubes that didn't melt.

She blinked. "I'm not like you."
 
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
She stood, barefoot on marble that hadn't been there before. The deck of the yacht transformed into a palace balcony — veils flowing in the breeze, stars expanding above like an opera stage.

Below, the entire city of Nar Shaddaa glowed beneath her, neon woven through shadows. But it wasn't the real Nar Shaddaa — no grime, no stink, no heartbreak.

Just… order.

Beauty.

And silence.
 
Queen Witch...Or...You know
"You've scraped and clawed your way through every gutter," Zori said, walking slowly behind her. "You survived poison. Cruelty. Men who wanted to save you, or break you, or worship you — but never really knew you."
She leaned in close, voice a breath at Sommer's neck.

"What if you didn't have to survive anymore?"
"What if you ruled?"
 

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