Two Years Ago - Davora Palace
It was a defect of many young girls, to do exactly as they were warned not to do. She had been playing the role of adored daughter for so long now that it almost seemed real. But in the end.. nothing was as it seemed. Despite being born into a royal family, these people, her "mother and father" were nothing to her. They didn't understand her motivations. They had no idea what drove her to the acts that they laughed off as teenage antics.
She played the part of diplomatic princess very well. She would entertain her father and his friends with demonstrations of her skill with a sword. They thought it nothing more than a fancy parlor trick at best, a disturbing anomaly at worst. A slip of a girl could best the lot of them into submission within minutes. Little did they know how often the thought crossed her mind to simply, with a flick of her wrist, give them an even better show..
No one saw her as anything more than a pretty face with a sword. Until he came. He was on official business with her father, but that was all she knew. As was typical, she had been asked to perform her trick against one of the guardsman. But this time when she disarmed her opponent, instead of an indulgent and condescending chuckle, she was met with silence. Her eyes dared to peek up at the man staring at her. He seemed..pleased. That won him a smile. A smile that her father later berated her for and told her to stay away from the man.. He wasn't for her.
Later that night, she had slipped from her room. She had every intention of leaving the palace that night, sick to death of being told who and who not to associate with. She'd find the man from that afternoon and ask to leave with him, wherever he was bound. But rather than searching him out, he had found her. He didn't whisper sweet nothings into her ears.. No.. what he did whisper was far more meaningful to her and far more seductive. In the moonlight, in a palace garden, they had planned the fall of the sovereign planet Davora.
Present
Rumors quickly made their way throught the galaxy about the small planet that had been yet another casualty in the recent war. No one knew exactly what had happened to Davora, mostly because there was nothing left of the planet and no one to ask. The sole survivor was the daughter of the king and queen, Razielle Shadana. She had fortuitously been off the planet at the time of its destruction, on a matter of commerce with Onderon's Queen, Adraudia, a childhood friend of Razielle's. Now Razielle would remain a ward of the Queen until she came of age, at twenty-one. Three years from now.
She arrived with very little fanfare. Disembarking the shuttle, she walked straight up to the man she hadn't seen, nor spoken to in two years, Salem Ave.
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