The Darkness provided. A path was laid out before each servant, a path to power. Many would try to complete that journey, but most would fail…they lacked the conviction to truly serve. They lacked ambition to wield the gifts given. Charlotte shuddered when she recognized that failure within herself. She had fought and clawed to stay alive within the Order. Eight years old when sold into servitude, she had thrown herself at every challenged. Her life became would hill to climb after the next until she attained the relative safety of a Marauder. After years of fighting to live she told herself she could rest for a moment. That rest had turned into complacency. She became the very thing she hated. Andruil had lit the fire anew in Charlotte. She realized now she must seize the power that was her birthright. She served the Darkness and she rested no longer.
The Queen of Dathomir had provided Charlotte with a spectacular outfit. Her heartbeat just a little faster. It was time. Her saber hilt was concealed carefully within the folds of her dress, she seriously doubted she would need to use it…but you could never be too careful. Charlotte waited on the cobblestone path at the edge of the sprawling Le’Anna estate. Her family was poor by Hapan nobility standards which meant they were still rich compared to the general galaxy. She could see the lights of the manor flashing in the short distance and hear the sounds of string instruments just reaching them.
She had left Andruil’s ship a handful of moments before the Sith Lord. Charlotte needed time to compose herself for what was to come. She wasn’t nervous. A return to Hapan society was meant to be ostentatious and dramatic. She simply needed to ready herself to play the part. The Darkness hummed in her heart. She was ready. Tonight, she would take what belong to her.
@Phoenix