Zoya prided herself on the fact that few things were grave enough to unnerve her. She had grown up on a world that mostly consisted of the graves of ancient Sith, after all. But this audience was different. To her knowledge, the Empress didn't ordinarily meet with Acolytes. They were too far down the food chain to warrant her interest. Still, Zoya was adamant to meet her. The Empress wasn't just the most powerful Sith in the Empire. She was the most powerful witch on Dathomir—perhaps ever.
She felt bad for not telling Darth Raze about this audience. She was grateful he had taken her under his wing, and she had already learned so much at his feet. But there were some things only a witch could teach another, and if she was to truly learn how to use Sith magick, she would need to learn from someone who had built their reputation on mastering it. Even if the Empress could give her just one lesson, she could take that back to Raze and use it as a foundation for further study.
Yet, as she reached the rendezvous point—a decaying Sith temple jutting out of the desert wastes like a thorn out of dead skin—she found her confidence beginning to slip. The rumors she had heard about this witch... She had killed the Eternal, a nightmare in the dreams of every Sith, with such ruthlessness that few dared to speak the details. Zoya could not afford bad impressions. She could not make this woman her enemy. It was essential she got this right.
When she got to the foot of the steps leading into the temple, she dropped into a kneel, bowing her head to wait for the Empress to emerge. She hated being prostrated in front of anyone. It wasn't her style. But a Sith had to know their place, and her's was certainly the supplicant here. @Phoenix