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Malicia, currently under her Serenno noble identity Lilian Cylin, walked into the Count of Serenno's drawing room. She was here as a guest, upon her "fathers" request. Garbed in a black and silver dress, the colours of the Clyin's house. Her silver hair was up in two buns and her lithe form took up very little space in the chair she decided to sit on.

The heat of the fire did not touch her cold skin, though she enjoyed the sound of its crackling. It was not usual to come across a regular fire place outside of the estates here. That was, at least, on the planets she usually travelled on. Her dark and terrible Force signature was smothered for this endeavour. Everything she'd do here was very delicate and she wasn't interested in giving away too much.

Though, even if a Jedi randomly showed up and somehow knew she was Sith, they wouldn't know she wasn't nobility. They wouldn't know that she'd taken over the identity of Lord Cylin's daughter all those years ago. At least, they wouldn't as far as she was aware. The daughters remains were destroyed after her death, and because the original daughter was so sickly her days were spent inside, in her bed. Malicia was Lilian "recovered" and now about in the wondrous and dangerous world of the Serenno aristocracy. Of course, there were other risks and ones she'd planned for.

After a few seconds she stared at the waving licks of fire. She was not the type to enjoy waiting, but she had to. Both the Count and her partner in this little endeavour were on their way.

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Ramil was Count of Serenno, like his father before him but unlike his father, Ramil liked to think he bore the weight of his position with dignity. His father had been a layabout of a Count, content to spend entire days in a daze of high-quality spice, premium quality alcohol and women of low standards. He was not, typically, a lover of excess and his private drawing room stood as testament to that.

He would have wished to meet Lady Lilian Cylin in a more public setting but he had not been able to find a reason to decline the request. Not when half of his own advisors were trying to sway him to agree to the marriage proposal that had been passed along by his father.

As though he were fool enough to believe that was all that was at work.

To have almost half of his royal advisors tell him to take the same course of action? It was manipulation and not too subtle. Those same men and women wouldn't agree on the day of the week at any other time but all of a sudden they all recommended he take the proposition seriously? He knew not how or why but he knew that his advisors had been compromised.

Such was a day in the life of the Count of Serenno however.

Striding forward, the two guards at the door saluted briefly, crisply, before admitting him to his drawing room. That Lady Lilian Cylin was already present was not surprising, though he had thought to try and take some time for himself before their meeting began. As the doors closed behind him, Ramil swept forward into the room properly.

"I trust you have not been waiting too long, Lady Cylin."


He approached the tea that had been prepared, idly considering having a cup before deciding otherwise. Instead he approached the fire, holding out a hand to warm it slightly.

"Would you like some refreshments before we begin, my Lady?"



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When the Count entered, she stood up and gave a curtsy. She hated curtsies. They were one of the worst parts of the role. At very least, it was not a "bow" in her books. Not a traditional bow in the Sith world, which allowed her to preform the gesture.

"Your Grace," she greeted, watching him go to the fire.

She could sense strong suspicion within him, though she wondered if he thought this was more her "father" than her playing the game. If there was a chance it didn't need to go down the path of blackmail, Malicia was willing to take it. She wasn't interested in revealing that she was Sith, and the method of extracting what she needed risked exposing that.

"I'll pour us both some tea, if you like?" she offered instead, grabbing the tea pot. If he said no, she'd just pour herself some. If he said yes, she'd pour his too, grab his cup and offer it to him.

With or without a cup of tea to offer, she'd make her way behind him and tip her head curiously. Maybe it was best to start slow, give him a chance reveal his thoughts. That was easy enough - a typical question worked, even a self deprecating one. "Do you find me acceptable, Your Grace?" she asked, her tone softer, quieter. Though, if he looked back she wouldn't lower her head or shy away from eye contact. He'd be faced with her yellows directly in his blues.

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Ramil was not a fan of tea – expensive leaves boiled in water, nothing remarkable and nothing worth his time usually. But he was expected to drink tea and entertain so he had acquired enough of a tolerance (never a taste) for the particular brand of tea that was within the teapot. His servants knew him and his preferences well.

And it was rude to turn down an offer made by a lady, regardless of how they had come to share the room.

“My Lady that would be delightful.”
He accepted the offer, smiling ever so slightly at her before turning back to the fire slightly, “Forgive me if I seem distracted Lady Cylin; my mind wanders to intrigues of Court and household far too often of late.”

He wasn’t looking at her but he had said the last line specifically as she was pouring tea for a reason; if he caught her off guard then the stream of tea would stutter. It was a favourite trick of his, to force people to react and through their actions judge them. His father had never possessed the same skill but his mother, Force rest her, had made sure he learned well.

Regardless of whether she reacted or not, he would turn to face her when she asked if he found her acceptable. It was not a gentlemanly thing to have a Lady ask such a question and not face her to deliver an honest, if often overly poetic, truthful comment.

Still, he was not expecting his gaze to be caught by her yellowed eyes, the curious mix of amber, honey and light shining back at him. There was something there, something almost animistic, that made him speak.

“In many ways.”
He confirmed coolly, making sure to match her gaze, “I find myself curious though My Lady… tell me of yourself. Not the boasts of your father or your political allies. Tell me of… you.”



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Moridin, garbed in attire more befitting the task at hand, walked through the halls of the palace after his meeting with the crime lord who went by the name of the Meat Man. He had the information he needed, and hoped that his late arrival would have given the Lady Malacia some time to get familiar with the count without his presence souring the environment. Besides him trotted along the strill puppy that was now his constant companion. Though today she was passing off as a pet to the Lady Cylin, a gift from a dear friend that he was helping train. A passable enough cover, it wasn't odd for nobles to have hunting beats as companions.

As he reached the chamber where the meeting was taking place, the guards outside stopped him from entering, as expected. He was just an advisor after all, not anyone important enough to just walk in wherever he wanted. The two already inside the room were the only ones who would warrant that level of importance. They instead knocked on the door before slipping in to announce his presence, waiting for the Count to let him in.

"Now listen," he told the pupper, "you have to behave, no fuss. Understood?"

He didn't know if she understood, but the creature stood a little more calm, almost as if she did understand.

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Malicia did not falter for even a second — she was always on guard.

She smiled when the count answered her question in a good way. It was one less problem to worry about. Although, maybe, another small part of her was happy for other minor unimportant reasons.

"Then I will drop my fathers script," she replied with half-joke and a faint smile. "Truthfully, Your Grace, I know its not traditional but I enjoy travelling," she added, knowing that it was something he'd notice if things continued on. Her expression did not give away any guilt for admitting it, though her tone projected a hint of it to stay in the role. "I've... been very sheltered most my life. Last week was the first time I ever went to a fair. It was in some ways confusing but wondrous in others. On top of the Ferris wheel was the most breathtaking view. The cities lights fractured into a galaxy of twinkling colours. And in the distance... the towers, the gardens and the skyline all blended into one riot of colour, like... like thick strokes of textured paint. I wont ever forget the experience." And she wouldn't. Not all of it was a lie, but it was something she'd never admit to or speak about to another Sith.

She took a sip of her drink to pause, "I apologize if I got carried away, Your Grace. In reality I mostly travel to tend to family matters. I have to be the best I can for my father," she added. Lord Cylin only had one "surviving child", which was the identity Malicia took over. It was one reason why he agreed to their arrangement, and an excuse for her being talented in aspects she otherwise might not have been with brothers.

Malicia was about to stop and wait for the counts answer when she heard one of the guards speak up. "Your Grace, Lady Cylin's advisor is here" the guard said. Her eyes returned to the count, and she smiled a little wider. "What he means is, my fathers appointed advisor is here to listen to everything," she said with a soft laugh.

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Hmm somehow Ramil doubted that she was reading from a script, much less one written by her father. He had met her father before and the man had been singularly disappointing in both wit and charm. His daughter, so far, seemed to be proving that it was not an inherited trait at all. Still, he found himself believing that there was more to Lilian Cylin than even she was showing as she continued on.

No matter.

Having more to discover would make having her around for longer periods of time more compelling. He smiled, a touch indulgently, when she spoke about her visit to the fair. It was something he had never done as Count of the planet but also something he had never been inclined to do either.

But travelling? He longed for the days when he could travel the stars as he had when he was younger, when he was 'merely' the heir to the planet and not it's Count in truth. There were still so many places he wanted to visit that he hadn't had chance to see.

"It's quite alright - I used to enjoy travelling myself."
he smiled, nostalgic for a moment, "There was something so very liberating about just picking a system and going. I fear I shall not see many sunrises or sunsets on other planets... outside of political settings."

He gave her a sly wink.

"Or military action."


As Count, Ramil was educated in military strategy and since before even Dooku's time it was tradition for the Count to be present during large offenses. He raised an eyebrow at the report from the guard, glancing to Lilian to make sure she recognized that she had an advisor here to join them. Ramil nodded.

"Of course - happy to meet another interesting new person."


Anything to avoid another dry meeting after this for a little longer.


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Something told her that traveling might become a problem one way or another, but, for now, the Counts answer seemed positive. In truth, she wasn't sure how everything was going to play out in the end. He seemed like a charismatic man, which more than likely meant he was smart.

When he winked it caused her to come down from her thoughts. She gave him a small smile back, though her yellow eyes remained locked on his instead of shying away. Even though she was playing a role, there were parts of her personalty deeply built into her. She did not fear him and could not feign it.

The conversation paused for their guest.... or guests. A second advisor, who arrived shortly after the first, also waited at the door. He was announced as well, and if the Count let him in, he'd enter and give a deep bow.

"Your majesty, the paperwork," the advisor said immediately after his bow, holding a folder of datapads detailing everything needed for a wedding, the Cylin's family heritage, contracts, and more. "Will I be working with Your Majesty's aids to move things forward?" he asked point blank.

Malicia, or rather, Lilian looked at the advisor then back at the Count with a hint of surprise in her eyes. She knew that Lord Cylin planned to push things along as fast as possible, she just didn't expect it to be this pushy. Though Lord Cylin was known to be a dry, humorless man who only danced with words when he had to. He was also ruthless and extremely effective. What he'd managed to do for his family was partly why his house was feared. Well, not so much since he lost his wife and male heirs.

In the end, she choose to remain quiet for the moment. It was probably proper of her anyway.

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Ah yes; his lovely advisors.

He stared at both of them and unlike before he didn’t let them cower away from his gaze, pinning the one to speak with such a stare that the man shivered ever so slightly. Ramil knew that his advisors were answering to other Masters and usually he allowed it because he didn’t care. What he did care about was the blatant attempt to have him make a decision that would affect him deeply.

Ramil didn’t raise his voice.

“Leave the datapad on the side – I expect to receive your resignation via message within the hour.”
He declared bluntly, his tone brokering no argument, “I have humored your delusions of control and influence for too long. Now it has encroached into rudeness and I have run out of patience.”

The advisors were both surprised but only the second one was actually in the firing line so the first said nothing. However the advisor in the firing line grew red in the face and opened his mouth to reply before Ramil raised an eyebrow and a hand.

“I’m sorry if I gave the impression this was a discussion. It is not.”
He smiled politely, “See yourself out before I have the guards do so.”

Both advisors left the room and Ramil relaxed slightly, his shoulders slumping ever so slightly as he thought for a moment.

“My Lady… I wish it had not been so plainly put but there it is. Out in the open.”
He smiled ever so slightly, “I’m sure you may have had a different idea of how this might go in mind. But how does the idea of a marriage between the two of us… how does it make you feel? Would it be insufferable to be a Countess?”


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No objections or anything similar came from Malicia while the Count shouted. She simply watched the advisors shrink under his authority. It certainly wasn't something she expected to see unfold in front of her today, but it did give her an idea.

She waited till he finished speaking, allowing a faint frown to form on her lips."How I feel...?"

She paused to carefully consider her words, continuing after a few seconds, "I... with guilt I admit that I have heard much about Your Grace. Because of your reputation, I believe that I... that I will have more freedom as your wife than I do under my fathers thumb, or under any of the other suitors. I feel like I could be content, and I know I can fulfill my wifely role to you," she said. In the world of serenno nobility, speaking so plainly about the desire for more room to breath from family, and other sort of things were probably frowned on by some. But, she believed the Count might be understanding, considering he didn't seem to like her father.

She tipped her head som. "And no, Your Grace, I don't think I'd feel that way as Countess. I don't just... believe it, I believe it strongly because I commit to and approach nothing tepidly. I put my entire soul into what I do. Whatever... difficulty, or lessons I must learn, I confront for better or worse, " she said, her eyes hardening slightly. It wasn't something she was even aware she was doing, because this part of her speech was not an act.

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She seemed to be genuine when she spoke about how she would feel about a marriage between the two of them. Indeed she seemed to take the idea in stride without too many issues though it was clear to him that she seemed somewhat more timid than she had been before. Ramil felt himself soften inside slightly, thaw if you will, at seeing her acting so down... so soon after his dressing down of his advisor.

It twigged in his mind that she might have been afraid of him due to his outburst and it was something he regretted causing immediately. Ramil had mostly been raised by his tutors and his mother and he didn't want any potential relationship to start out based on fear.

He knelt down slightly to take her hand in his own, noting how oddly... cold she felt but ignoring it as he looked up into her eyes.

"My Lady I am sorry for my earlier display with my advisor... I do not wish you to think I am like that all the time, I assure you I am not."
he tried to reassure her, mistakenly believing the disguised Sith Lord to be a shy young woman, "Of course I wouldn't dream to stand in your way of seeing more of the Galaxy."

It might not be something typically done by the Countess of Serenno but he was trying to come back around from scaring her. If it became an issue he was sure she would change her schedule to spend less time away in the future. Getting up off his knees, Ramil smiled down at the woman in front of him.

"Our Houses want us to marry. There are many good reasons for us to marry but I will not marry based on politics alone."
he told her with a slightly warmer smile, "Instead I will ask you this - would you consent to me courting you, my lady? Let us see if there is something between us aside from political gain."


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Malicia's frown faltered when he knelt down somewhat. It wasn't the reaction she expected, but it wasn't a negative one. "Your Grace, please, no need to to apologize," she said, her frown vanishing for a concerned look. "I'm sorry if I seemed put off. I believe you're a good man, it was probably my guilt for wanting some distance from my father showing through... but I felt like I had to be honest to Your Grace, and to my possible future husband."

She remained in place as he talked. The Darth could easily force him to bend to her will, throw away the idea of remaining undercover for greater expediency. Yet, she was still a trained agent. She was told not to jump so quickly at the easier route. She'd give it a little more time, though she had... very little experience in courting and close interaction. Perhaps playing the role of a chaste noble woman would explain away any stumbling.

"I'd like that, I think," Malicia said, a small smile returning to her face, "I never got to ask if you'd tell me something about yourself too."

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Ramil was glad that she seemed to have calmed down from the concern and worries she had been having before. He hoped that she wasn’t going to keep believing that he was scary, even though he had something of a temper he didn’t want her to have to suffer it at all. His temper was his own and he had been living with it long enough now to have control over it.

Hopefully she wasn’t going to have any further bouts of shyness that came about as a reaction to his temper. Already she was trying to assume some of the blame herself and he shook his head, reaching out to pat her hand reassuringly.

“You’re too kind, my Lady.”
He told her as he rose to his feet again and instead of the tea reached for a decanter of fine whiskey to pour out a couple of glasses for the two of them, “I feared I had scared you with my… display with my intolerable aide. Your honesty and candor is very much appreciated don’t worry.”

He held out the glass he had poured for her.

“I’m afraid my personal pursuits leave much to be desired.”
He told her with an amused smirk, “The duties of governance leave me with precious little spare time… though I must say I enjoy collecting different varieties of whiskey and fencing. How about yourself my Lady?”

Ramil was actually something of a prodigy when it came to fencing though not quite on the same level as the infamous Count Dooku due to his lack of Force Sensitivity.


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She allowed herself to smile again, accepting the glass of whisky. For the moment she held it in her hand and stared at it while he talked.

It really was a long-game, wasn't it? She wondered a few things as he talked, and noticeably gained a hint of life when he mentioned fencing. But that small peak of interest made her pull back slightly. Being genuinely interested in the man flew dangerously close to a sense of vulnerability within her.

But, she only allowed that thought to disturb her so much. The show must go on- "Fencing? I'd love to see you fence one day," she said, taking a small sip of the whisky and breathing in after. That warm in her belly, it reminded her that warmth existed. She was always cold. Even in the heat of Tatoonie, she barely felt the waves kiss her skin.

"Myself? I spent a lot of time... locked up," she said, truth hidden behind a lie. He'd probably assume she meant being stuck in her bedroom, sick. "Since I've recovered, I've found myself lost in so many new experiences. Its hard for me to pin down specific interests when simply being out is... wonderful. A current interest though, I suppose, is obscure religions. More specifically, the Force."

She left it there.

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Ramil was rather glad to hear that she had an interest in watching him Fence - it was one of the few activities he was allowed to enjoy to the fullest. It was seen as a worthy pursuit for the Count of Serenno to be a strong fencer. Even before Count Dooku, the tradition had been there and with Dooku taken into consideration? Say what you liked about the man's politics but he had made Serenno powerful.

For a brief time, Serenno was considered one of the most important planets in the Galaxy and that was exceedingly rare for one outside of the Core. So he was allowed to enjoy fencing - which was good because he always had done.

"My lady it would be a pleasure to show you."
he assured her with more of a smile than he had shown before now, some excitement bleeding in, "I hope that you may even join me but I understand if your constitution may not allow for it."

He had to remember that she wasn't always this active and that her soft, pale, skin was a sign of this and not just a fashion statement. Though the Court was rather fond of pale skin these days and most women at Court were likely jealous of her porcelain complexion.

Though her interests were... somewhat less fashionable in Court.

Ramil eyed her in silence for a moment before nodding a little bit as he thought about it.

"I must admit that a lot of my own interest in my ancestor, Dooku, comes from his abilities with the Force. How he managed to master it first as a Jedi and, later, as what they call a Sith."
he chuckled a little bit, "Plus what young fencer does not wish, at once stage or another, to own a Lightsaber?"


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"I'd be thrilled to join Your Grace," Malicia answered, absentmindedly gaining that hint of excitement in her eyes again. "I am less frail than I look," she said with another smile, leaving it at there. He probably wouldn't believe her, and she knew she was suppose to be frail, though she also knew that she'd be stumbling through most of this, so it was better to leave room for mistakes.

"Really?" She was taking slightly off guard by his answer. Mentioning the Force was her blind way of testing the waters and different avenues. She'd never heard of a non-FS interested in lightsabers, but she also wasn't part of their world really, outside of her restrictive life on Serenno. "Well, from what I heard and read, Dooku was an impressive Sith. I understand why Your Grace is interested in him."

"And..."
She paused a second, her eyes drifting to the side for a few seconds. She had to consider where this could possibly go. Either it helped or she ended this in the way she first planned to. But? She'd already started, so she continued, "Because of my recent travels and interests, I've picked up a few relics here and there. And actually," Malicia paused, watching the Counts expression closely now. "I have a couple lightsabers... would you like to see one?" she asked, tipping her head curiously at him.

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Well Ramil wasn’t going to question if she was able to actual fence – it would not only be rather insulting to her skills but could be construed that he was worried she would outdo his own skills. That was the political and etiquette reason for not doubting her professed skills. His person reason for not casting doubts on her skills?

It had been some time since someone had actually fenced with him on anything approaching a serious level. People tended to hold back, either subconsciously or in an attempt at flattery, because he was the Count. It infuriated him to no end so he knew better than to try and disparage someone who wanted to battle him.

“Truly?”
he asked with a brighter, almost mischievous, grin, “Then I look forward to seeing you in fencing gear, my Lady.”

Yes he was accustomed to people being well versed on his ancestor, the Count Dooku, and he had long since grown used to people being surprised to him being fascinated by the Force. Why should he not be? It had allowed his ancestor to challenge the greatest of Jedi Knights and best them time and time again, all while leading their people capably.

“He was a man of many facets, I’ve found in my studies.”
He agreed with a small smile as he took a drink of his whiskey, “A Count that some in my family wished to forget… and many more wished to emulate to some extent or another.”

… this was unexpected.

She had lightsabers? Functional lightsabers were rare outside of those used by Sith and Jedi, with those taken by members of the Syndicates during their ‘hunts’ both rare and prized. Seeing one was not something he had expected from such a shy, retreating, flower but he smirked ever so slightly.

"Many layers to you, my Lady..."
he mused to himself, "I should very much like to see one. I've always been fascinated by how it would differ from a regular blade in my hand."


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"Your Grace..." Malacia said, blinking a few times then smiling at his comment. The smile wasn't a forced one so after she caught herself. She supposed those types of comments were normal, in these situations. Hopefully they had gear in her size. She hadn't worn fencing gear in years and years, not since she was trained to simply understand fencing's existence.

"Does your family have his holocron?" she asked, unsure if he'd even know what a holocron was, or if Dooku even made one. "If you don't, I could see if my connections can look for it, if it exists." Malicia felt lucky that the Count was one of the family members that was pro-Dooku. Then again, she knew this planet had been ruled by one of the First Sith. It's history hadn't exactly been rife with anti-Sith sentiment.

"Layers..."
Malaicia echoed, another smile. "I can have one fetched right away for you," she answered, somewhat glazing over the comment and grabbing her comm. "Lao, my bag please," she said, even though one lightsaber was on her person, she wasn't about to yank it out of her dress and scream surprise.

She took another drink, and her cultist dressed in servants clothing came in shortly after. After waiting at the door and getting the permission from both the guards and the Count to enter. He gave her a small bag, and Malaicia put her drink down to pull out her secondary saber, brushing aside the cloth it was wrapped in.

She stared at it for a handful of heartbeats. It was the blade she rarely used, but no one had touched this blade but her, not even her Cadre-Masters. Her brother was the only one who'd ever touched one of her blades, and that was during active combat on Ajan Kloss. But, she was committed. Malicia turned back to the count, trying to conceal her discomfort. Holding the hilt in both hands, she slowly held it up to the Count.

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Ramil wouldn’t be the first to admit that he was looking forward to seeing a woman’s form in form-fitting dueling clothes because it would be uncouth to make such a remark. It didn’t mean that the idea of the young Lady in said clothes didn’t excite him a little bit – it just meant that he didn’t remark on it. His only indication that he was looking forward to the sight was a small smirk that he didn’t bother to hide.

He made a mental note to arrange a small dueling trip for the two of them at a reasonably close date. It wouldn’t do to rush it forward as it would betray his eagerness but, well, he was eager. Ramil wasn’t overly sure, however, what a holocron actually was.

“I’m afraid I’m not enough of a scholar of the Force arts to truly appreciate what a holocron actually is.”
He admitted sheepishly, “Though I do not believe we have such a treasure amongst our holdings. Some of my ancestors did not approve of his methods.”

A lightsaber? Truly?

He stared at it for a long moment, noting the way that she was holding it up as though a sacrifice of some kind. Reaching out, he slowly took the lightsaber in his right hand. It felt… colder than he thought it would. As though it had been transported in a refrigerated container rather than a simple bag. He didn’t do anything other than hold it for a moment before handing it back to her gently.

“Thank you, my Lady, for sharing your collection with me in such a way.”
He told her with a small smile, “Please; treasure it as I can see that you do.”

A knock at the door came and one of his aides poked his head into the room before making a gesture toward the chrono on his wrist. Ramil cursed slightly, remembering he had another appointment and he had spent the time he had expected to use to prepare for it with her… he wouldn’t call it a waste of time at all however.

“My Lady I’m afraid I must depart – matters of state call my attention.”
He apologized, taking one of her hands in his and kissing the back of it, “Our time together has been wonderful and I hope you do not think it presumptuous of me to arrange a second meeting soon?”



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Darth Malicia

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Malicia's eyes were locked on her lightsaber hilt. Part of her body tensed further when he took it in his grip. It felt wrong as he lifted it from her grasp. This was the very first time she considered breaking her cover for a reason she knew was foolish, though her tunnelled vision stopped when she felt her saber in her hand again.

She breathed.

Her small figure relaxed. He thanked her and she gave him a silent nod when he mentioned treasuring it. She did not, however, wait until he finished talking to start putting her hilt away again. The tips of her pale fingers coiled around an old, torn cloth. Malicia began wrapping the cloth around the cold hilt. "I'll have my contacts look into the relic for you then."

Once her hilt was wrapped, she stuffed in her bag. She was going to ask him a question, though that was cut off by a knock on the door. The small Darth rose from her seat, shifting her gaze over there guest and smiling politely at the prince when he addressed her again. "Of course, Your Grace. I happily accept your invitation," Malicia said with a soft smile. "I've enjoyed our time together too, truly. I look forward to future conversation," she added, and as she spoke her servant moved to her side to accompany her out.

"Till next time, Your Grace."

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