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.
@Wit