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Ilyan looked back at the army at their back, her mind beginning its transition from wife to warrior, her mind slipping back momentarily to the fight on Korriban. The army they led into Ziost now was decidedly larger and more threatening than the group she had led in the deserts, but she was much...

It was hard to tell, but she was pretty sure she had seen a flicker of pleasant surprise on Azar's face. He did a good job of hiding it, but more and more time they had spent together had made it at least a bit easier for her to read his reactions. As she turned to her meditations, Ilyan let...

It was a bizarre experience for Ilyan to be here. She had never seen anything so white in her entire life. She had, of course, heard about Ziost before, but seeing it was an entirely different story. Not to mention she was pretty sure that she was actually frozen. The cold here was more biting...

Ilyan watched the man as he emerged from his hut. Although she knew of him, the two had never met before and something in her distrusted him. Perhaps it was that he was known not to follow many of the traditions or the desert or something else, but she said nothing, simply resting a hand...

Ilyan was surprised when he started to laugh. Yes, everything he said was true. She and Salini didn't look much alike, and she could still remember their younger days when Ashani had - on occasion - stuffed she and her younger sister in a feed trough and "locked" it just by sitting on it. Those...

Ilyan was silent as she listened, her hands clenching slightly as he spoke about her version being close to the truth. So he had killed Salini. But as he began to recount the story, other things began to fall into place. It was not the story that she had thought she would hear. She tried to...

Ilyan could tell he was a bit uncomfortable and there was a long silence that lingered between them. Ilyan wasn't going to be the one to break that silence, so they rode along for a time before he finally asked his question. It was Ilyan's turn to be silent as she weighed whether she should...

Ilyan had found the entire exercise of Azar showering with her to be both comical and slightly endearing. He looked miserable, and she had done her absolute best not to smile or laugh. Still, he would see the slight glint in her eye as she watched him getting ready. She had strapped on her...

Ilyan just nodded as he declared that they would leave in the morning. She began changing into sleeping attire when he offered for her to join him, and she nodded, sliding into the bed next to him. It was strange and perhaps even comforting as he reached his arm around her. There was no one...

Ilyan knew that she should have been able to join him at any time, but there was something strange about it. He had told her she didn't have to warm his bed except to create their expected heir, but equally she didn't want to do so without his desire. It was... a weird and contractual marriage...

Ilyan listened as the noise of the feast slowly died down. No one came by to check on the pair, perhaps assuming they were further consummating the union of desert and nobility after a successful day. She heard the music eventually come to a close, and she even looked up throughout her watch...

Ilyan was all serious and concerned looks as he talked about the water she had taken, but the concern wasn't about the water, it was about him. Not sure why. Why should you care? she asked herself. I didn't ask, she said simply, that brazen streak he had seen in her several times now...

Ilyan moved through the camp quickly, using the Force to reach out in an attempt to sense Azar's presence, and she was surprised when a wave of turmoil and distress hit her. It wasn't anger, it was something else, and that would have given her pause if it weren't so dire. Instead, she pushed...

Ilyan was completely caught up in the dancing as the interaction with the old woman happened. It was no mistake that the woman had waited until Ilyan wasn't there because it was Ilyan that would have been able to identify her. After all, she was Kurvast... family. Perhaps the old woman had...

Ilyan didn't even notice the subtle changes in herself that betrayed she was far comfortable out here than back at the palace. It was almost a jolt as he mentioned it and he would notice for just the faintest moment a flash of fear in her eyes as she looked to him, although he didn't look...