Fic: Tapestry 2/?, Fandom: Star Wars/Triad, Characters: Kyran, Rating: PG
Title: Tapestry 2/?
Author: in_excelsis_dea
Characters: Kyran Josel, OCs
Fandom: Star Wars/Triad
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Star Wars is not mine and neither is Triad, which belongs to linterambiel and Neon Star.
AN: Because the bunny morphed on me... I should totally be going to bed now, but I promised linterambiel this after I finished my law homework. Which I just did. Enjoy.
The first thing he sees when he wakes up is a pair of blue eyes right over his face. Understandably, he jumps back.
Not the best decision, he learns, for it causes a wave of dizziness to overwhelm him. When he looks up once again, the face has moved back, and he realizes that it was Marisida, who is still perched upon him. Lyridinae is standing off to the side along with Evadaline, both women looking rather anxious- but not so anxious as to keep the child from climbing all over him.
"Brother, brother, are you all right?"
It's almost cute in that rather annoying childlike way, where you want to be cross, but can't bear to. Qui-Gon was a Master at it- still is, to an extent. Kyran simply sits up once again and motions her off of his legs. And, to his great surprise, she obeys.
"How are you feeling," Lyridinae questions, taking a step closer. "You fainted- I am quite sorry for that." A pink tinge appears on her cheeks. "It was not my intent to frighten you so. Though," she pauses, "I would not think that marriage would be particularly frightening."
"I'm sixteen and a Jedi Padawan. Marriage isn't really in my future- and now you spring it on me that I'm already married? To you? I don't even know you." He crosses his arms, attempts a glare.
Attempts, because Marisida apparently thinks it more funny than anything else. Her giggles catch Evadaline's attention and the Healer sushes her.
"I am sorry that our marriage is such a burden for you, then," Lyridinae tries again. Her cheeks take on a stronger shade of pink, a sign that she is struggling. "I did not wish it to be so."
"Let me go back to the Jedi, then." He tries to appeal to her. "They are my friends, they are my family. It's where I belong."
"You belong here," she counters stubbornly. "You are Maleki Andros Democritus of Demou. The planet is your birthright. I am your birthright." She seems to stand up taller at that, holding her head regally.
"I am Kyran Garren Josel, a Jedi Padawan apprenticed to Master Ke'Dran Zephir. I'm not this- this- Mal-whatever person." He moves to get up, but Evadaline keeps a strong grip on his shoulder.
"It does not matter who you are- you are still too weak to rise. You must stay here until you are healthy once again."
If there is one thing he is now aware of, it is that Healers are the same whether they are Jedi or not. Evadaline seems like a nice person, but the look on her face, the strength in her hold on him- it all is proof that whatever is going on at the moment, she is not someone he wants to fight with right now.
He lies back down, half-grumbling, but without greater protest.
"Now," the older woman says, stepping back. "It is clear there is much to explain to you, Master Kyran, and I beg you to simply listen to what Lady Lyridinae says before making any accusations or protests. Can you do that?" She raises a brow, and suddenly reminds him of his Master- who must be terribly worried about him. And, well, maybe if he cooperates, or at least seems like it, then they'll let him go earlier.
"I guess so," he mumbles, pulling up the blankets.
"Very good, milord," she slips in the title but before he can comment on it, she addresses Lyridinae. "Carry on, milady."
"Very well." The younger woman scowls at him, before fluffing out her skirts- a gesture that Kyran has seen the occasional Senator or Aide do, but never completely understood the point of- and sits down in a wooden chair that appears that it would break if anyone dare sit upon it.
But of course it holds.
"I am Lady Lyridinae of Democritus, formerly of Athanas, and I am your wife. We were married when you were five months of age and I was three months of age. It is custom among the noble families to marry the children right after birth and to have a second ceremony once one is of age. The first ceremony is to legally marry the couple and the second ceremony is the consummation of the marriage. Obviously," she says wryly, "we have not had the second ceremony yet- but from a legal stand-point, I am your wife and you are my husband. I was moved in with your family as soon as we were married and the custom is for husband and wife to grow up together, so that they may truly learn about each other and be each other's confidant.
"When you were taken, we had been married a month. I had fallen ill and therefore Evadaline- as Head of the Healers- and my nurse maid stayed with me here, while your parents took you to visit the neighboring planets. It is on that journey that the delegation was attacked and you went missing. Years later- it was that mission you and your master went on to escort the Evaesci royal family to Coruscant to speak before the Senate that we realized what had happened to you."
Kyran cannot keep from groaning, covering his face with his hands. The Evaesci mission was a complete disaster- mainly because the youngest princess Amara had the greatest crush on him- to the point when she was told flat-out that Jedi cannot marry that she announced she was going to throw herself from a tower. No one took her seriously, until the point where she actually stood on the tower and when she finally meant to come down, she ended up slipping- and did fall. It was Kyran who ended up saving her- a quite heroic moment that ended up displayed in the holo news and gossip channels- especially when Princess Amara gave him a huge kiss in front of the reporters.
He had been teased about it for months and even now Shane and Qui-Gon were prone to bring it up on occasion when they felt he needed a ribbing.
Lyridinae simply raises a brow, however, and continues her story. "You were recognized, but since you went by a different name, we could not be sure until we investigated. While the Royal family almost never leaves the planet and the commoners never do, we do have an elite guard who, well, I suppose you could say they are trained like the Jedi, who leave the planet and system on occasion. They were deployed by King Marius and ordered to find you and confirm your identity and whereabouts. Six months ago they returned with the confirmation of your identity and we made plans to bring you back home. And here you are," she adds on as an afterthought.
"Why am I so important," he asks, refraining from pointing out the obvious hole in her stories- that they were apparently gravely mistaken over his identity. "You mentioned being noble, but surely there are other noble families."
"You are King Marius' Heir," Lyridinae stands once more. "King Marius is your uncle, your father's older brother. There are three royal siblings- King Marius, Prince Maren, and Princess Mareliva. Mareliva married and therefore lost her royal title, becoming Lady Mareliva of Eliades. Your father, Prince Maren, while technically still retaining his title, has become Prince Regent, after the dwindling health of your uncle, the King."
"And...why doesn't Maren inherit? Is the King dying?" He really doesn't want to get sucked into this, but he can't help but wonder. In a way, it's kind of interesting.
Not that he has anything to do with it.
"King Marius has always been ill, but the laws state that the oldest prince must ascend the throne. After the tragic death of your grandfather, Mathius, Marius had no choice but to become King. He tried to abdicate the throne to your father, but was unable to- he could only abdicate to his son- and he had no son. Once Maren married Adreena, and fathered a son, Marius made you his Heir, for only one family member per generation can inherit."
"So...Marius would pass the throne down to his son, but since he doesn't have a son, it goes to Maren's son?" This is certainly complicated- but years of Jedi teachings had taught him that not only did every planet have a different system of government, but that some of the practices never made sense- and it was completely pointless to point that out to the inhabitants of the planet.
"Maren's son meaning you, yes." Lyridinae opens her mouth to continue, and then seems to think better of it. "There are some...issues with you ascending the Throne. King Marius is not dead, but he is dying, which is why we were in such a hurry to find you. There are also..." she trails off, biting her lip in a very un-princess-like gesture- not that he would know what proper decorum for a princess, especially on this planet- a planet who has apparently deluded itself into kidnapping Jedi Padawans, believing them to be long-lost princes- would be.
"There are also...?" Kyran repeats, brow raised. "What, you're not sure about my identity? Because believe me, you don't need to tell me that. I know."
"No, that is one thing we are absolutely sure of," Lyridinae shoots back in an acidic tone. "We did a blood test before we removed you from your ship. There is no question about it- you are Prince Maleki Andros Democritus, son of Maren Democritus and Heir of King Marius Democritus."
"I want to see that DNA test- no," he corrects, "I want another one performed. In my presence. With control samples, so I can be sure."
Lyridinae waves this off with her hand, as if there is nothing less important than that. "Fine. You shall have your test. But, Kyran- you must prepare yourself. Things are not as...as peaceful as we would like to believe."
"I think anytime you kidnap a Jedi Padawan things are not going to be very peaceful," he counters. "Just wait until the Council comes after me. My Master is going to be pissed."
"Your Master and Jedi do not concern us. Our planet is void of the Force and the Jedi do not know where to find us- no one in the Republic does. There is little harm the Republic or the Jedi could cause us." Lyridinae's haughty look instantly morphs into a more reserved, concerned look. "Kyran- you may be the Heir to the throne by your uncle's decree. But-"
However, before she could finish, the door to the room crashes open, and a tall woman with her blonde hair tied up around her head, a circlet set upon her brow, dashes in- or as well as someone can dash anywhere with floor length skirts.
Instantly, Lyridinae sinks into a deep curtsy, along with Marisida, while Evadaline kneels. Kyran merely blinks in the sudden appearance of light from the corridor and squints to make out more than just the woman's outline.
"Oh! My dear! My son! They have found you!"
Author: in_excelsis_dea
Characters: Kyran Josel, OCs
Fandom: Star Wars/Triad
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Star Wars is not mine and neither is Triad, which belongs to linterambiel and Neon Star.
AN: Because the bunny morphed on me... I should totally be going to bed now, but I promised linterambiel this after I finished my law homework. Which I just did. Enjoy.
The first thing he sees when he wakes up is a pair of blue eyes right over his face. Understandably, he jumps back.
Not the best decision, he learns, for it causes a wave of dizziness to overwhelm him. When he looks up once again, the face has moved back, and he realizes that it was Marisida, who is still perched upon him. Lyridinae is standing off to the side along with Evadaline, both women looking rather anxious- but not so anxious as to keep the child from climbing all over him.
"Brother, brother, are you all right?"
It's almost cute in that rather annoying childlike way, where you want to be cross, but can't bear to. Qui-Gon was a Master at it- still is, to an extent. Kyran simply sits up once again and motions her off of his legs. And, to his great surprise, she obeys.
"How are you feeling," Lyridinae questions, taking a step closer. "You fainted- I am quite sorry for that." A pink tinge appears on her cheeks. "It was not my intent to frighten you so. Though," she pauses, "I would not think that marriage would be particularly frightening."
"I'm sixteen and a Jedi Padawan. Marriage isn't really in my future- and now you spring it on me that I'm already married? To you? I don't even know you." He crosses his arms, attempts a glare.
Attempts, because Marisida apparently thinks it more funny than anything else. Her giggles catch Evadaline's attention and the Healer sushes her.
"I am sorry that our marriage is such a burden for you, then," Lyridinae tries again. Her cheeks take on a stronger shade of pink, a sign that she is struggling. "I did not wish it to be so."
"Let me go back to the Jedi, then." He tries to appeal to her. "They are my friends, they are my family. It's where I belong."
"You belong here," she counters stubbornly. "You are Maleki Andros Democritus of Demou. The planet is your birthright. I am your birthright." She seems to stand up taller at that, holding her head regally.
"I am Kyran Garren Josel, a Jedi Padawan apprenticed to Master Ke'Dran Zephir. I'm not this- this- Mal-whatever person." He moves to get up, but Evadaline keeps a strong grip on his shoulder.
"It does not matter who you are- you are still too weak to rise. You must stay here until you are healthy once again."
If there is one thing he is now aware of, it is that Healers are the same whether they are Jedi or not. Evadaline seems like a nice person, but the look on her face, the strength in her hold on him- it all is proof that whatever is going on at the moment, she is not someone he wants to fight with right now.
He lies back down, half-grumbling, but without greater protest.
"Now," the older woman says, stepping back. "It is clear there is much to explain to you, Master Kyran, and I beg you to simply listen to what Lady Lyridinae says before making any accusations or protests. Can you do that?" She raises a brow, and suddenly reminds him of his Master- who must be terribly worried about him. And, well, maybe if he cooperates, or at least seems like it, then they'll let him go earlier.
"I guess so," he mumbles, pulling up the blankets.
"Very good, milord," she slips in the title but before he can comment on it, she addresses Lyridinae. "Carry on, milady."
"Very well." The younger woman scowls at him, before fluffing out her skirts- a gesture that Kyran has seen the occasional Senator or Aide do, but never completely understood the point of- and sits down in a wooden chair that appears that it would break if anyone dare sit upon it.
But of course it holds.
"I am Lady Lyridinae of Democritus, formerly of Athanas, and I am your wife. We were married when you were five months of age and I was three months of age. It is custom among the noble families to marry the children right after birth and to have a second ceremony once one is of age. The first ceremony is to legally marry the couple and the second ceremony is the consummation of the marriage. Obviously," she says wryly, "we have not had the second ceremony yet- but from a legal stand-point, I am your wife and you are my husband. I was moved in with your family as soon as we were married and the custom is for husband and wife to grow up together, so that they may truly learn about each other and be each other's confidant.
"When you were taken, we had been married a month. I had fallen ill and therefore Evadaline- as Head of the Healers- and my nurse maid stayed with me here, while your parents took you to visit the neighboring planets. It is on that journey that the delegation was attacked and you went missing. Years later- it was that mission you and your master went on to escort the Evaesci royal family to Coruscant to speak before the Senate that we realized what had happened to you."
Kyran cannot keep from groaning, covering his face with his hands. The Evaesci mission was a complete disaster- mainly because the youngest princess Amara had the greatest crush on him- to the point when she was told flat-out that Jedi cannot marry that she announced she was going to throw herself from a tower. No one took her seriously, until the point where she actually stood on the tower and when she finally meant to come down, she ended up slipping- and did fall. It was Kyran who ended up saving her- a quite heroic moment that ended up displayed in the holo news and gossip channels- especially when Princess Amara gave him a huge kiss in front of the reporters.
He had been teased about it for months and even now Shane and Qui-Gon were prone to bring it up on occasion when they felt he needed a ribbing.
Lyridinae simply raises a brow, however, and continues her story. "You were recognized, but since you went by a different name, we could not be sure until we investigated. While the Royal family almost never leaves the planet and the commoners never do, we do have an elite guard who, well, I suppose you could say they are trained like the Jedi, who leave the planet and system on occasion. They were deployed by King Marius and ordered to find you and confirm your identity and whereabouts. Six months ago they returned with the confirmation of your identity and we made plans to bring you back home. And here you are," she adds on as an afterthought.
"Why am I so important," he asks, refraining from pointing out the obvious hole in her stories- that they were apparently gravely mistaken over his identity. "You mentioned being noble, but surely there are other noble families."
"You are King Marius' Heir," Lyridinae stands once more. "King Marius is your uncle, your father's older brother. There are three royal siblings- King Marius, Prince Maren, and Princess Mareliva. Mareliva married and therefore lost her royal title, becoming Lady Mareliva of Eliades. Your father, Prince Maren, while technically still retaining his title, has become Prince Regent, after the dwindling health of your uncle, the King."
"And...why doesn't Maren inherit? Is the King dying?" He really doesn't want to get sucked into this, but he can't help but wonder. In a way, it's kind of interesting.
Not that he has anything to do with it.
"King Marius has always been ill, but the laws state that the oldest prince must ascend the throne. After the tragic death of your grandfather, Mathius, Marius had no choice but to become King. He tried to abdicate the throne to your father, but was unable to- he could only abdicate to his son- and he had no son. Once Maren married Adreena, and fathered a son, Marius made you his Heir, for only one family member per generation can inherit."
"So...Marius would pass the throne down to his son, but since he doesn't have a son, it goes to Maren's son?" This is certainly complicated- but years of Jedi teachings had taught him that not only did every planet have a different system of government, but that some of the practices never made sense- and it was completely pointless to point that out to the inhabitants of the planet.
"Maren's son meaning you, yes." Lyridinae opens her mouth to continue, and then seems to think better of it. "There are some...issues with you ascending the Throne. King Marius is not dead, but he is dying, which is why we were in such a hurry to find you. There are also..." she trails off, biting her lip in a very un-princess-like gesture- not that he would know what proper decorum for a princess, especially on this planet- a planet who has apparently deluded itself into kidnapping Jedi Padawans, believing them to be long-lost princes- would be.
"There are also...?" Kyran repeats, brow raised. "What, you're not sure about my identity? Because believe me, you don't need to tell me that. I know."
"No, that is one thing we are absolutely sure of," Lyridinae shoots back in an acidic tone. "We did a blood test before we removed you from your ship. There is no question about it- you are Prince Maleki Andros Democritus, son of Maren Democritus and Heir of King Marius Democritus."
"I want to see that DNA test- no," he corrects, "I want another one performed. In my presence. With control samples, so I can be sure."
Lyridinae waves this off with her hand, as if there is nothing less important than that. "Fine. You shall have your test. But, Kyran- you must prepare yourself. Things are not as...as peaceful as we would like to believe."
"I think anytime you kidnap a Jedi Padawan things are not going to be very peaceful," he counters. "Just wait until the Council comes after me. My Master is going to be pissed."
"Your Master and Jedi do not concern us. Our planet is void of the Force and the Jedi do not know where to find us- no one in the Republic does. There is little harm the Republic or the Jedi could cause us." Lyridinae's haughty look instantly morphs into a more reserved, concerned look. "Kyran- you may be the Heir to the throne by your uncle's decree. But-"
However, before she could finish, the door to the room crashes open, and a tall woman with her blonde hair tied up around her head, a circlet set upon her brow, dashes in- or as well as someone can dash anywhere with floor length skirts.
Instantly, Lyridinae sinks into a deep curtsy, along with Marisida, while Evadaline kneels. Kyran merely blinks in the sudden appearance of light from the corridor and squints to make out more than just the woman's outline.
"Oh! My dear! My son! They have found you!"