Andraste OG
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A wedding without a single drop of alcohol.
To say that Andraste was livid would be an understatement. The Empress remained quiet as her expression went from blank to a noticeable scowl. The entire process had taken ages, and she stood expecting there to be refreshments fitting of someone of her caliber. Yet that moment never came. For all intents and purposes, the rest of the Sith Council parted ways after the wedding ceremony and the exchange of vows.
She briefly recalled her own marriage, over a decade prior. The ceremony had been dull, and it was brimming with a sense of importance, with hushed whispers of Sith elders and dark figures that no longer meant anything to her. Her husband, the Emperor, had presented her with an amethyst jewel imbued with Sith magic. The amulet hung around her neck to this day, even though his bones had long since rotted away since she took his life. A part of his energy always remained with her through the gem.
The Empress had invited those still willing to her quarters, a grand hall that opened to a beautiful courtyard. There was an infinity pool that overlooked a broad lake. She had an affinity of building escapes for herself on various planets within the Imperium. The Empress had a habit of always being on travel, popping in every so often for diplomatic purposes. Since her outburst on HoloNet, she had more or less avoided the public, hoping to let the unease die before going out again. It would only be a matter of time before the public found something new to complain about.
She had a bottle of wine in her hand, standing near the plants and décor that made up the grand hall. There were lounges lining both sides, creating a pristine atmosphere of regality. Of course, none of this was her concern, as she was determined to partake in drinking. She popped opened the wine, pouring herself a glass and sipping the red liquid.
“A party without wine is not a party at all. I wish the newlyweds the very best, but I’ll be damned if they stop me from drinking…”
With that, Andraste finished her first glass of wine, looking around at all the bottles of liquor that dotted the hall. Today would be a great or terrible night.
To say that Andraste was livid would be an understatement. The Empress remained quiet as her expression went from blank to a noticeable scowl. The entire process had taken ages, and she stood expecting there to be refreshments fitting of someone of her caliber. Yet that moment never came. For all intents and purposes, the rest of the Sith Council parted ways after the wedding ceremony and the exchange of vows.
She briefly recalled her own marriage, over a decade prior. The ceremony had been dull, and it was brimming with a sense of importance, with hushed whispers of Sith elders and dark figures that no longer meant anything to her. Her husband, the Emperor, had presented her with an amethyst jewel imbued with Sith magic. The amulet hung around her neck to this day, even though his bones had long since rotted away since she took his life. A part of his energy always remained with her through the gem.
The Empress had invited those still willing to her quarters, a grand hall that opened to a beautiful courtyard. There was an infinity pool that overlooked a broad lake. She had an affinity of building escapes for herself on various planets within the Imperium. The Empress had a habit of always being on travel, popping in every so often for diplomatic purposes. Since her outburst on HoloNet, she had more or less avoided the public, hoping to let the unease die before going out again. It would only be a matter of time before the public found something new to complain about.
She had a bottle of wine in her hand, standing near the plants and décor that made up the grand hall. There were lounges lining both sides, creating a pristine atmosphere of regality. Of course, none of this was her concern, as she was determined to partake in drinking. She popped opened the wine, pouring herself a glass and sipping the red liquid.
“A party without wine is not a party at all. I wish the newlyweds the very best, but I’ll be damned if they stop me from drinking…”
With that, Andraste finished her first glass of wine, looking around at all the bottles of liquor that dotted the hall. Today would be a great or terrible night.