The palace in Iziz had become a home to Heyrina. The young handmaiden had learned to love the Queen's seat of power on Onderon. The transition might have been too soon for her family when she had got the opportunity to be added to the sovereign's trusted servants but she had welcomed it. Most were not privy to the disturbing secrets of the young blonde's life and she knew that keeping it as such was the best way. She knew her aunt had whispered mean words against her mother and fights had erupted quickly for the younger Tankreyd knew who had taken leaps of faith to keep her alive. Even when memories were blurry, the feelings remained.

She had embraced all training she had benefited from on Albaryn before she was sent to Onderon, and then all that the more senior handmaidens had bestowed upon her. She was thirsty for knowledge, wanting to live the age she looked. While she was set to celebrate her twentieth birthday in a few weeks, her fragmented existence spanned only six. Her mind had been fragile two years ago when the transition had happened; but she had managed to hide the difficulties well. She still loved to have time to herself, to study in peace, and to rest her tired mind.

It had been during these times she had discovered her inclination for needle crafts. As a child she had loved disassembling and reassembling every device she could get her little hands on; and it had led her to have a great fondness for embroidery and crocheting. She had been spending hours keeping her thoughts in check by creating beautiful pieces, which had gifted to fellow handmaidens. She hadn't dare make one for the Queen, or rather she hadn't dared gift any of them, keeping the little tokens in a drawer in her quarters.

In the several months on Onderon, Heyrina had easily fallen in awe of the Queen, a feat easily achieved given Adraudia's beauty, personality and care for her people. Despite her weird life, she had been taught about certain topics befitting an adolescent from the Tainar system, and she had easily pinpointed her respect to possess accents of infatuation. She had flirted with a few individuals at court, knowing her position was likely the reason, but always her heart had gravitated back towards Adraudia. She had kept her thoughts carefully hidden, especially given the unusual political alliance between the Queen and King Starfallen from Albaryn. Teenage dreams couldn't get in the way; but Heyrina honored her Queen in every way she could.

This day was to see work done on setting up the royal baby's chambers, and she was excited about the opportunity, especially given the wrapped present she held under her arm as she made her way towards the suite where the heir would live. She might not dare gift the Queen any of her creations but she nevertheless hoped her token of appreciation for her child would be put to good use.