Palace of Dreams

[Ageyra Drijenka]

The Royal Palace on Hapes was no place people associated with peace and quiet. Security was always high due to the Consortium leader sojourning there on a regular basis, as well as the other aristocrats close to her. Ageyra was no stranger to such duties for she had been trained as a Fountain Sniper from her youth and had formally served for over a decade at that point. Yet the athletic blonde had a knack to find solace in uncanny calmness in certain spots of the palace.

She knew the majestic building and its associated gardens like the back of her hand. She had climbed up the ranks in the guard’s hierarchy and she wasn’t done yet. She felt privileged to serve, and also cherished the degree of liberty she had among her noble family for the political alliances and marriages rested on her sisters, while she could be a wilder card, already bringing significant honor by her career.

She was off duty for the rest of the day, a rarity she both appreciated and somewhat dreaded when her mind was prone to restlessness. The unusual Hapan beauty was for once dressed (http://gwendoline-christie.com/gallery/albums/Photoshoot/2017/2017-021-BritishVogue/normal_001.jpg)to blend in from a beauty-point of view rather than practicality. While an event was cropping up in a couple of days, only the usual crowd was at the palace.

Even when she needed not stay alert, she couldn't help people-watching, or subtly eavesdropping on conversations. Some of them were boring beyond reason, but she knew better than to take things at face value.

And maybe, just maybe, she was trying to avoid her own boredom...

[Shyahwyn]

Lounging in the Great Dining room, Shyahwyn enjoyed the warm sunlight caressing her tanned skin as she rested in the large window seat after a long day of deliberation with other nobles of the Consortium. Having become the Ducha of Sargon some years ago now, she had grown used to the bustle of her new station, now that her husband had been rid of. The adopted children had also adapted to the change in scenery, and none were the wiser. The trained dark jedi intended on keeping it that way.

Flute of wine in her right hand, emerald eyes took in the datapad in her left, now amusing herself with the day's news from the city and sector. Highlights continued to pass one to the next, most she had been privy to already since leaving home and arriving on the sector capital. Now that the preparations for the upcoming event were ready, all she had to do was enjoy the hospitality of their queen, and enjoy it she would.

Approaching from her left, her lady-in-waiting bowed to Shyahwyn, "Milady, lunch is served in several moments. Did you wish anything in particular to drink?"

Glancing to the dutiful servant, "This wine is fine, but," she handed the nearly empty glass. "You can pour me another."

"Yes, ma'am." Turning, the woman and confidante had been one of Shyahywn's most trusted spies as well. Most nobles never noticed the help, which was a benefit to keeping an eye on those that were visiting your home.

[Ageyra Drijenka]

Her eyes eventually rested upon the Ducha of Sargon and her brief interaction with her lady-in-waiting. While she was security over true spy, Ageyra hadn't gone as far as she had as a Fountain sniper without an outstanding memory besides her combat prowess. The Ducha had been a very usual figure around the palace's guest over the last years. Observing the interaction between nobles and their servants was a good indicator of how long they might stay in place, unless a servant was willing to gamble for a higher price, but those were often bought more easily if their master treated them with little appreciation. Leading from the top meant understanding the value of your assets.

A servant came to her offering a glass of wine. Out of habit, she didn't drink, unless she was parsecs away from any potential duty. Even off duty for the rest of the day, she chose to stay alert. She had her vices so to speak, but a trip to a Red house was more up her alley than liquor. Being a Fountain Sniper and having been provided sisters, she was not bound to marry and give further legacy to her noble family, which made for certain liberties she highly appreciated.

She asked the servant for a glass of Perosian orange juice, and the young woman scampered off to do as requested.

Being in close enough proximity of the other noble lady, the Captain bowed her head. "Good day, Ducha."