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Castle Vemec, Serenno, 1628 local time
They hadn't been together for long, but this wasn't that sort of meeting. Milo and Aadya weren't planning to get married or anything; he had wanted to travel to Serenno to see his parents after a long time, and had gotten her to come along.
It was gearing up to be an interesting meeting. Last time they had seen Milo, he was heading off to Coruscant to study physics so that he may become a scientist. Now, he was returning years later, a seasoned Sith Lord, the very thing he had first refused to strive for. He had changed much; and they would notice.
After much pacing and getting his suit all smoothed out—because Serennians for some reason found suits to be better than robes—he could finally say he was ready. He was, of course, sharing a room with Aadya, so he turned around and was able to see how she was doing.
She'd been provided with quite literally almost a hundred dresses to choose from, made out of the finest materials that could be found in the land—typical princess stuff. Milo wasn't sure if she would enjoy all of the pampering; she hadn't been raised noble for some reason—family drama that he hadn't pried into. Still, he couldn't help but smile looking at her in a dress. She was generally wearing such casual stuff—he barely even got her to wear robes for training—and it was quite the leap to dressing like a noble.
"You look like a Drast."
@Logan