After the fall of the Jedi Order, Kaidin immediately went into hiding. Which meant taking refuge on planets he’d never considered going to even in his wildest of dreams. However, the man did what he had to for survival. Even if that meant staying on unpleasant worlds such as Nar Shaddaa for a couple of years. However, the Emperor’s reach had finally reached that lawless planet, forcing the Jedi to relocate before he was captured and killed.
❝ I appreciate the welcome, Your Majesty. ❞ Kaidin always had a keen eye for details and noticed the luxurious fabric she was wearing almost immediately. Her courteous behavior only fueled the idea that she was royalty, the man deciding to take a chance by calling her that. ❝ Let’s just say certain events on my homeworld forced me to relocate. ❞
Part of her wondered he if was truly as unfamiliar to her world as he seemed. In her chest stirred a flicker of surprise at the title passing his lips, minutely incorrect as it was. Majesty and Lord were close enough to be synonyms in Corisdorian culture, even more so after the Law of Inheritance, which had switched out elections for blood. That had angered the many and pleased the few. She was still paying for that ruling, despite being only a quickening in her mother’s womb when it was passed.
The impressed glimmer in her eyes was given a glaze of ruefulness.
❝I’m terribly sorry,❞ she said with earnest, sandy red eyebrows furrowing
down the middle. I can only imagine what must be bad enough to make
someone want to come here. ❝I hope my world can be a good home to
you,❞ Prya continued despite herself--despite the likely fact that the opposite
would be true.
No offworlders came to Corisdor unless they were running from something. But in Prya’s experience, not much better ever awaited them.
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