It had seemed like the Max Rebo private concert was
never going to work out. Each time Sierra Rodney
detailed out plans, *something* happened. So, she
let Max Rebo make the arrangements and told no one
until the night prior. By some streak of good luck,
all Rodneys made it to the day of the concert in one
piece. Max Rebo and his band were scheduled to
arrive *very* soon. Sierra felt nervous about the
whole ordeal, especially because Drusilla had no
musical talent and wanted to play alongside the
professionals, who would likely drown her out and
attempt to ignore her. Sierra had planted
Ewwiekewwieikkie and Sorbet on the couch to watch
her favorite baby rancor HoloNet video for the
trillionth time. Drusilla had yet to make an
appearance. Sierra figured she was preparing herself
for her big day and that she might need to go fish
Dru out of her room so she didn't miss the entire
concert. While Sierra made sure everything was
prepared downstairs, she heard the sound of a
message on her datapad from Max Rebo himself. She
cursed under her breath, assuming that he was
cancelling out on her last minute.
Instead, he explained that his band's slitherhorn
player was ill and would be replaced by a friend
(for Sierra knew nothing about playing the
slitherhorn). The man's name was Pollix Drayen the
Third. Sierra, who was developing her own healthy
paranoia, dug deep on the HoloNet to find out
details on this man. She was generally familiar with
the other members who traveled around with Max Rebo.
She simply wasn't about to open her doors to a
potential creepo. What she found on the Pollix boy
made her jaw drop. He was a prince. A *rich* prince.
Even his HoloNet presence was clean. He didn't
appear to be deaf, yet the wheels in Sierra's head
slowly began to turn. With her datapad in hand, she
headed upstairs to report all this to her husband.
All the while, she kept searching if he was deaf, or
had any handicaps. She looked nervously at Dru's
door, wondering if she should check on her... Nope!
Straight to her room!
Claudius Rodney had arranged to miss work today,
which no one seemed particularly to mind. All he did
these days was listen to his diligent officers
inform him of what Colonel Zevrin was doing in his
name. He did not particularly like the musical
stylings of Max Rebo, but he knew the concert meant
*a lot* to his daughter and if he was going to start
being a better father he would have to take an
interest in her interests. "Is everything alright?"
he nervously asked his wife, when he noticed she got
a message. If the concert fell through *again* he
expected Drusilla to destroy the estate and force
him to live in a bantha enclosure ... also known as
the living room. The security was intense, even by
their standards, and there felt like there were more
Stormtroopers guarding the estate than the garrison.
He was glad his family was safe, but it would make
the rest of the planet an easy target. He feared a
Rebel attack that would make it look like he
stripped the planetary defenses for selfish reasons.
That would have been worse case scenario. Sierra was
glad Claudius had stayed home. He would make for an
excellent human shield should anything go wrong. If
Drusilla became enraged, it was every man for
themselves! She hoped that the concert would exceed
expectations and, for once, the thoughts of the lost
Duchy would leave her youngest stepdaughter's mind
if only for a few hours. "Yes, everything is fine.
Apparently Max Rebo's slitherhorn player is sick.
There were some last minute replacements that he
made me aware of..." She approached her husband with
the data on Pollix Drayen still pulled up. "Remember
how we joked about it being necessary that Drusilla
marry a rich prince? It's not best case scenario.
This one can hear." She turned the datapad towards
him like she was presenting yet another report for
him to review.
"A what horn?" Claudius asked, snickering slightly,
as he found the whole notion of jizz music to be
humorous. "A Prince?!" he asked, as he brought up
his hand to his chin, in a manner similar to how
Ewwiekewwieikkie contemplated her bargains. "Do we
bribe him? Kidnap him? Threaten him? Drug him?" he
asked, rattling off a series of nefarious ideas that
came off the top of his head. "You're in the ISB ...
you're better at these things than I," he said, as
he stopped to examine himself in the mirror. He was
becoming slightly more vain in his older years. "He
can hear *now*, Sierra," he said, before leaning
down to place a kiss upon her forehead. "...but
perhaps during the show a speaker can blow out ...
and *oops* he's deafened," he said, as he brought
his head away from her. Perhaps he was once in the
Sierra grinned. "A slitherhorn." She couldn't help
but laugh like she was a little girl. She began to
laugh more as Claudius suggested the many ways they
could get this Prince to take interest to Drusilla.
"Kidnap him. We can brainwash him that way. I don't
know if we can afford to bribe him. His family's
into the oil industry. If there one person who can
afford Dru, it's him." Sierra watched him. If only
he could see himself through her eyes, then he'd
understand how deep her attraction to him ran.
Granted, he probably knew by how physical she was
with him. She looked up at him, her smile bursting
out wider onto her face until she was laughing
again. "You are absolutely sinister, my love." She
kissed his chin quickly. "Let's meet him first and
then we can decide the best course of action. I
don't want Drusilla to get stuck with a horrible
man. His HoloNet presence is very clean. It makes me
wonder what's wrong with him..." They would soon all
find out what was wrong with Pollix Drayen the
Third. "I suppose I should go make sure that
Drusilla is actually ready. I suddenly *really*
don't want her to miss this concert." Sierra briefly
visited dreamland; a place where Dru found the
perfect rich man to take care of her and got her
dream yacht. "Wish me luck." She said, taking a step
out of their room before looking over her shoulder.
"Slitherhorn." Giggle. Off she went!
Lady Drusilla Rodney was standing in front of three
mirrors in her walk in closet that was roughly
equivalent in size to her bedroom. Her outfit had to
be *just* right for this concert, which would be the
biggest day of her life. It was unfortunate that
such a momentous day had been brought about by her
stepmother, Sierra, as it meant she might actually
have to thank her. She had dressed herself and
undressed herself at least a dozen times throughout
the day and she *finally* thought she had the right
one. She was determined not to get either
Ewwiekewwieikkie's blue fur or the new mess caused
by the bantha on her wonderful dress. She needed to
look just right for Max Rebo and, more importantly,
the HoloNet cameras that would surely be there.
After knocking softly, Sierra entered her
stepdaughter's room. "Dru, it's almost time." She
looked at the girl, pondering how many times she had
changed already. Drusilla managed to look flawless
in a way only princesses could manage. "You look
lovely, my dear. Come downstairs. I'll protect you
from Ewwiekewwieikkie and Sorbet on your way to the
garden." Sierra was still thinking about the prince
that would be, unexpectedly, visiting the estate
today. It would take a huge weight off of both her
and Claudius' mind if they could find someone for
Drusilla. It wasn't simply a financial woe. Sierra
seriously wondered if the girl would ever find
someone who loved her for all of the things that
made her an individual. From upstairs, she could
hear the doorbell. Max Rebo and his band had
arrived. "Come on! Hurry, hurry!" Sierra wasn't
going to leave Dru in her room all alone.
Three-hundred dress changes later and she still
wouldn't be ready. Clasping the girl's hand, she
started to lead her out. "You look amazing. This
concert is going to be great. Enjoy yourself. It's
your special day."
"*Just* lovely?" Dursilla commented with a sigh,
before throwing her hair back over her shoulder
dramatically. "Oh well. I suppose it will have to
do," she said, before delicately stepping down from
the platform in front of her mirrors to move towards
Sierra. "I swear if they ruin my concert..." she
began, but then realized that getting angry would
only ruin her complexion. She lowered her hands and
exhaled sharply, doing her best to calm herself
down. Grabbing hold of the sides of her dress she
slowly descended the stairs from the upper level of
the estate to the ground floor, where she could
already smell the bantha. "Yes. It is *my* special
day, isn't it?" she said, as she accepted Sierra's
hand for help in getting down the stairs. As excited
as she was, she did not rush to the door, nor did
she even open it. Ladies such as herself did not
open doors. That was for other people.
"More than lovely." Sierra added with a sigh. "No
one's going to ruin your concert. It's been put off
for far too long. I won't let anything happen."
Sierra made her way downstairs. She stood in front
of Drusilla, ready to accept a tackle from either
bantha or Squib. "Go to the gardens." Sierra
instructed. In this case, it was she who was the
'other people'. The ISB officer made her way towards
the front door. She unlocked it and threw it open to
the members of the Max Rebo Band. In the pack of
mish mashed multicolored aliens, there was one human
male. He wore a friendly grin on his face and had
very short black hair. Sierra noticed that he was
just as cleanly dressed as Dru. Her eyes fell down
to Max Rebo himself, whom she smiled at. "It's good
to see you again. I was starting to wonder if this
would ever work out or not. Thank you again for
The blue Ortolan stood just outside the estate to
which his old friend now occupied. He recalled the
days performing with Sierra Dakkar when his career
began. They had kept in and out of touch, if only
for their common ground in music. His dark, beady
eyes peered up at Sierra, whom he had seen several
weeks ago in the city. He laughed. "It's all good."
He said, giving her a one-armed hug. "Where should
we set up?" He asked, to which Sierra directed them
to the garden.
Pollix Drayen the Third was feeling excited. He
*loved* jizz music and frequently drove his family
insane playing the slitherhorn as loudly as
possible. The man had contacted Max Rebo repeatedly
for a chance to play with him...and that opportunity
had arose today. In reality, Pollix had worn down
the Ortolan until he needed a good slitherhorn
player. The man had dressed to the nines, though it
was completely unnecessary for such a show. His
black hair was neatly combed. His blue eyes held an
innocence to them. For Pollix, he was relieved to
take a break from the politics of his planet. He,
and all the other true members of the band, followed
the woman's directions into the gardens. As he
arrived and began to set up, something caught his
eye. Rather, *someone* caught his eye.
On the outside Drusilla was maintaining the poised
exterior that she had honed the Alderaan Select
Academy for Young Ladies, but on the inside she was
completely freaking out. Her eyes were totally
fixated on Max Rebo, and she had no time for Pollix
or any other members of the band or entourage. She
moved towards the musician, doing a subtle curtsy to
the man, before letting Sierra handle all the
arrangements. She did not speak a word, in order to
maintain her demeanor, and she carefully followed
the band out towards the garden. It had been
transformed into a small concert venue, as if they
were at a wedding reception. As the sun went down
thousands of small lights illuminated, making it
quite the romantic setting. She moved towards the
front row where three reserved seats waited just for
her, so that no one need sit on either side of her.
This was the greatest moment of her life.
The world began and ended with the lovely creature;
Drusilla Rodney. Pollix's jaw was agape and his eyes
went wide. He momentarily forgot what he was doing
and dropped the case for his slitherhorn on the
ground. His heart beat hard. Suddenly, the three
layers of formal wear which he had opted to cloth
himself in were *too* hot. An alien behind him made
a snide remark in a language he didn't have to
understand to catch the gist of it. He *had* to talk
to her. The orange colors of the sun setting cause a
halo to form around the brown-haired girl's head.
All Pollix saw was an angelic being.
Max Rebo chattered at Sierra on the way towards the
garden. He'd seen the New Calamari show and was
trying to get her to record. They parted at the
makeshift venue so Max could prepare. He recognized
Drusilla Rodney from the HoloNet. When she
approached him, he spoke to her. "Heya toots. Happy
birthday!" From his own belongings, he drew out a
Max Rebo band poster. All the original members had
signed it, plus there was the addition of a private
note from Max himself. He approached Drusilla,
thrusting it out to her. "What's your favorite hit,
milady?" He asked her.
Sierra stood at the back of the small seating area
made for Dru. She watched over set up. Pollix had
moved to the back of her head in the beauty of the
setting sun. There was a lot of pressure for the
concert to go well. Drusilla had a difficult time
too. She took the loss of the Duchy hard. Slowly,
Sierra lowered herself into a seat at the back row.
She looked over her shoulder for her husband.
Perhaps she should have dragged him out of their
Claudius Rodney powered down his comlink to the
Retributor and powdered down his terminal. From his
window in the upper level of the Rodney estate he
could see their guests had gathered, and realized he
needed to hurry. He made his way down the stairs and
past Ewwiekewwieikkie and the batha ... yes, a
bantha ... to exit out the rear entrance that led
him into the garden. There was quite the crowd of
selected Imperial loyalists drawn from Esseles and
the neighboring planets of the Ringali Shell. There
were many people whose hands he needed to shake, and
others he needed to desperately avoid, but for now
he needed to meet the guest of honor. "Max Rebo ...
you honor my home with your presence," he said,
begrudgingly, in his best diplomatic tone, before
bowing his head at the musician. Stepping away with
Sierra he whispered quietly down into her ear.
"Which one is the Prince?" he asked, as his eyes
scanned over those in attendance.
When Max Rebo told her 'happy birthday' life
momentarily froze and she had forgotten everything,
including her name. "Um. Um. Um," she stammered,
before realizing she was beginning to make a fool
out of herself. "Drusilla ... wait ... no ... that's
my name," she said, as she started to sweat under
the hot lights. She was completely star-struck. "Lapti
nek!" she blurted out finally, before looking around
to see if anyone else had noticed. She certainly
hoped they did not, as this was supposed to be her
big night. She swallowed awkwardly, before an
embarrassed grin took over her beautiful young face.
Sierra was glad to see Claudius; her human shield!
Kidding, kidding. He drew her away off to the side
where they could talk together. "He's the only human
in Max Rebo's band. He's got dark hair. He looks
awkwardly out of place." She whispered to Claudius
while they moved to take their seats with the other
guests. "I say we ambush him after the concert. Per
the HoloNet, he isn't seeing anyone. Another article
seemed to show that his father is becoming desperate
to marry him off. He is the man's eldest son." It
all seemed to be playing into their hands. Still,
Sierra wasn't putting her eggs into the basket just
yet. After all, they hadn't even met. If nothing
else, now Sierra could see that Dru was enjoying
herself. That made all the arrangements worth it.
Max was used to this. People grew star-struck around
him *all* the time. He winked at the girl if only to
see if he could make her faint. "Lapti nek, you got
it!" He wandered up the stage and stared at the
little crowd that he had to entertain. He looked at
Pollix. "Ready, Prince?" He couldn't help teasing
the boy. The first time he got a message from him,
Max Rebo had laughed and laughed. He didn't take
Pollix seriously until he actually heard the boy
play. "One ... two ... three..." He counted the band
into the first jizz song. Like Drusilla had wanted.
It was Lapti nek. The concert kicked off smoothly.
In her chair, Sierra began to deflate.
"Great. I'll stay here to maintain appearances, and
you go and get the bantha harness," Claudius quietly
whispered to Sierra as the concert began. His eyes
moved towards Drusilla, his youngest daughter, who
therefore held a special place in his heart. She
seemed to be the happiest he had ever seen her.
Sierra was responsible for this. As he watched his
daughter his hand moved towards Sierra, taking her
hand in his, and squeezing it lovingly. "You did
this," he said, his voice breaking, as a tear began
to flow. He turned his head, kissing her on the
cheek affectionately. "Thank you. She'll always
remember this. I love you," he said, as he squeezed
her hand firmly to support himself. His attention
then moved towards the Prince in the band ... would
that be his son-in-law? He was getting ahead of
himself. First, Sierra would have to nab him!
Sierra snickered. "I knew I should have picked up
some tranquilizer darts." She snapped her fingers
softly. It was amazing to see Drusilla in her
current state. Sierra realized that this was never
going to happen again, and quickly engraved the
image into her long term memory. Inside, she felt
very happy for her stepdaughter. Her eyes shifted
down to their hands. Her fingers linked in between
his. She became shy and bashful over Claudius'
words. Sierra wasn't very good at taking credit for
her efforts. She could tell how emotional it was for
him, and thus felt swept up by her own emotions. As
she turned her head, she snagged a quick kiss to his
lips. "I love you. It's so rewarding to see her like
this. I'm happy it all finally worked out." Maybe
she was on top of the motherhood game more than she
realized. Now...if only she could get the Prince to
The concert was amazing. Max Rebo went through all
of his well-known singles. He even performed a jizz
rendition of 'Happy Birthday' especially for
Drusilla, in which he featured a slitherhorn solo.
He made sure to look at the birthday girl frequently
to give her the experience of a lifetime. At the
very end of his concert, he decided to play a lesser
known Max Rebo Band song ... the Rainbow Rancor
theme song. It was an upbeat, fun jizz song. No one
realized that they were singing about adorable baby
rancors. In the crowd, Sierra's eyes widened. She
had heard that song over and over again.
Ewwiekewwieikkie was sitting on the sofa when she
heard the Rainbow Rancor theme playing. "What? What?
They watching without me?" she asked, as she took
hold of her bantha, and began walking towards the
back door. Sierra had asked her to stay in the
estate, but she now believed that it was only so
that they could watch her holovid without her.
"C'mon, we're going!" she said, before thrusting the
door open. The bantha surged forward, moving into
the garden, trampling the flowers, and eating every
flower that was left standing. Ewwiekewwieikkie
meanwhile moved through the crowd towards the stage
as if the song called her like a siren. "Yay! Yay!
Yay!" she said, as she began clapping and dancing in
front of the stage. Suddenly everyone's eyes were on
her and *not* Drusilla, the birthday girl. Suddenly
she climbed up on the stage and gave Max Rebo a hug
mid-performance. "You my favoritest," she declared,
as she snuggled him, inadvertently ending the song.
As soon as Sierra registered where the song was, she
realized that there was no stopping what was going
to come next. When she looked behind her shoulder,
she saw Sorbet gobbling up the last of the beautiful
flowers in the garden, not to mention the trampled
mess behind him. Ewwiekewwieikkie had made her way
up to the stage. Sierra opted to stay back and let
this fire burn itself out. After all,
Ewwiekewwieikkie had remained inside for nearly all
of the concert. Drusilla was lucky to get so much
alone time without her adopted sister. The concert
ended right then, with Max Rebo awkwardly embracing
the Squib. He'd been warned of her and wasn't
shocked by her appearance. Sierra watched the Prince
pack up his instrument. "Let's go talk to him." She
said, finding it necessary to find out more about
him. What she didn't realize, as she approached the
man, was that she cut him off from seeing Drusilla.
Max Rebo, still connected to Ewwiekewwieikkie, made
his way down from the stage to talk to the birthday
girl and give her a chance for some Q and A.
Pollix was in la la land. He hadn't even noticed
Ewwiekewwieikkie, and continued to play the song
several seconds after his bandmates had stopped.
Embarrassed and nervous, he packed back up his
instrument. He intended to present himself to the
angel in the first row. There were no pressing needs
for him on Onderon. He rose from his seat, heading
towards her when two bad things happened. First, Max
Rebo began chatting her up. Second, he was cornered
by the beautiful girl's *parents* Needless to say,
his lower region's slitherhorn had crawled inside to
hibernate for the rest of his life. The man broke
out in a cold sweat, yet maintained a diplomatic
appearance. It was he who moved to greet them first,
offering a hand to the man he recognized as Claudius
Rodney. He was aware of who these people were simply
because of the HoloNet attention that followed them.
"Milord, milady. My name is Pollix Drayen the
Third." He said, sounding confident and calm while
he melted internally. He shook Claudius' hand
firmly, then greeted Sierra professionally. "I was
honored that Max Rebo allowed me to join him here."
Claudius shook Pollix' hand cautiously, as he tilted
his hand and examined him as if he were a captured
Rebel agent. "What is your name, boy?" he asked,
still shaking his hand ... he might never release
him ... he could get away! "Who were your parents?
Do you have any communicable diseases? What is your
blood type? Are you married, or engaged?" he asked,
hitting him with one question after another, all
while continuing to shake his hand with a seemingly
neverending handshake that was so constrictive it
threatened to cut his circulation off. He might
never get a chance to put his questions to the
Prince like he had now.
As if one person drilling the boy wasn't enough,
Sierra was there to make this meeting all the more
overwhelming. "What are your parents like? Where do
you see yourself in five, ten years? Can you have
your medical records sent to my office for
inspection?" Claudius had him right where they
wanted him. He couldn't hope to get away until they
were done with him. The more time he took to
respond, the greater the next list of questions
Ooh, that grip was quite a bit harder than Pollix
thought. He could see his hand beginning to pale
from lack of bloodflow into it. Grand Moff Claudius
Rodney shattered his cool exterior. He had met
Kings, paupers, and everything in between. No one
had him sweating like this man did. He gulped. "Pollix
Drayen, sir." He considered how much of a loss it
would be if he were to bite off his hand at the
wrist. Robotic technology was getting better and
better, When he had a metal hand, it wouldn't matter
how hard anyone shook his hand. His fingers were
numb. "My father is Pollix the Second, my mother's
name is Merisee, she, too comes from a royal
house... Ow..." He whimpered softly. "N-no
communicable diseases. Type O positive... Ow!"
Claudius' final question earned a short pause. His
blue eyes lifted from the man, back in the way of
the pretty girl. Did they *want* to marry her off?
She was so beautiful. Surely, she wouldn't give him
the time of day! "I'm not married or engaged
currently, and I haven't ever been."
The woman was playing tag team with her husband.
Together, they kept Pollix on his toes. "My parents
are kind. My dad is getting old. He wants me to
marry so he can retire. I-I-I hope I've found a
bride by then and that I'm a good ruler of my
planet..." The boy's fingers twitched. "I'll send my
records to you as soon as I return to my ship." His
free hand moved through his hair. It was damp from
sweat. That wasn't going to earn him any points with
the girl. Since they had asked him so many
questions, he shyly decided to ask about *her*.
"What...What can you tell me about *her*?" He asked,
clearly looking at Drusilla with puppy dog eyes. He
said it without saying it.
Drusilla watched as Max Rebo showered
Ewwiekewwieikkie with attention. She was too scared
to even approach him for an autograph, so instead
she chose to move towards her parents. "Did you see
what *she* did?" she complained, stomping her feet
and thrashing about angrily. "*She* ruined *my*
concert," she said, as her feet began to stomp even
more quickly. "And that *thing*..." she said, in a
huff, before pointing towards the bantha in what was
left of the flower garden. "...that *thing* is
destroying all of our flowers," she said, completely
exasperated, as she flung her arms up in the air and
unleashed a light scream. She did not even notice
poor Pollix, as all of her attention was focused on
complaining to her parents about Ewwiekewwieikkie.
"It looks like you'll get a chance to learn about
her yourself." Sierra said, watching Drusilla stomp
towards them like a full grown rancor. She listened
to the girl ramble on and on about Ewwiekewwieikkie
and the bantha. "Oh, Dru. She came in at the last
song. You're going to get plenty of time with Max
Rebo." Sierra grasped Pollix, turning him towards
Drusilla. "Talk to him in the meantime. Pollix is a
*Prince*." She said, clearly stating the word so Dru
might see what perks came with that. "He was playing
with Max Rebo. Maybe he can help you get Max's
attention." Just like that, Sierra threw the boy
under the speeder bus. She stepped back with her
husband to watch all their hopes and dreams fall
She was coming! Pollix's heart was beating halfway
up his throat. He stood there, listening to her
complain in awe. The angel had such a lovely voice.
He sympathized with her, suddenly angry that her
special day hadn't gone perfectly. Drusilla's
stepmother was more than happy to introduce them and
leave them alone. Pollix frowned. "Lady Drusilla,
*I* will make everything better!" He declared, first
running off towards the bantha. "Shoo! Shoo! On your
way!" He flung his arms about as he tried to get the
mini bantha back into the estate...was that *really*
where it had come from? The Prince had to work
harder than he ever had to push the bantha indoors.
With a single task complete, he was already covered
in brown bantha fur. He appeared before Drusilla
again, bowing to her.
"A Prince?!" Drusilla exclaimed at Sierra, before
finally turning her attention to Pollix. "Why didn't
you tell me we had a Prince present?!" she asked
Sierra, shooting her eyes up at her so powerfully
that it threatened to annihilate her. She exhaled
deeply, allowing her fingers to open and close
repeatedly as she worked on calming herself. She
closed her eyes, concentrated intently, and
gradually the natural color returned to her face. "I
would like to apologize, your highness, for my
parents inability to safeguard my *sister* and her
*pet* and thus interfering with your masterful
performance," she said, as she engaged in curtsy in
front of him. "Your mastery of the uh..." and that's
when she realized she had forgotten what instrument
he was even playing. "Well. I don't know the names
of the instruments of course," she said, with a
smile, as she brought her hand up to her head and
exhaled, to imply that she was not very smart. "But
you were wonderful," she said, as she reached out
and inserts her arm between his arm and his body,
locking him in place. "Let's get some punch and get
away from these *old* people," she said, as she gave
one last glare to her parents before leading him off
to the refreshments.
Sierra slowly began to creep behind her husband.
There simply was no pleasing Drusilla. She recalled
how happy she had been only a few moment ago while
making her slow retreat. Out of the blue, Drusilla
became straight up decent. She was using flattery on
the Prince like a pro. As Sierra looked onto them,
she could see Prince Pollix growing more and more
bashful. Her youngest took him away as Sierra turned
to Claudius. "Fingers crossed." She whispered,
taking his hand to lead him to a place where they
could watch from afar ... or plan a wedding.
Prince Pollix was star struck. His heart thumped
hard in his chest. Briefly windswept, he didn't seem
to mind Drusilla's outburst. If nothing else, he
looked even more attracted by such an honest woman.
The man laughed softly, waving his hand. "They were
no trouble, milady." He smiled brighter and
brighter, totally flattered by Drusilla's
compliments. He ate them up. His family found the
slitherhorn *annoying*. "It's a slitherhorn. It
pleases me to hear your enjoyed it. When Max Rebo
told me it was your birthday, I wanted to make sure
that I played my best." Pollix frozen for a second
as Drusilla wrapped her arm around his. He gladly
stood upright, attempting to show himself off to
her. Laughing, the Prince took the beautiful girl
over to the refreshment table. He looked down at the
punch bowl. There was a hunk of blue fur floating on
top of it. "This is hardly acceptable for you,
milady. Please, allow me to take you out for a
proper meal." He cranked his charm to ten in hopes
that she would be attracted to him. (D)
"They are *always* trouble, Your Highness," Drusilla
explained, as she rolled her eyes at the thought of
the Squib and her new 'pet'. "She's a war orphan ...
you know. I take care of her. In fact, I just told
my stepmother that my sister should be allowed to
stay with us for as long as she wants," she said, in
a bold face lie, in an attempt to seem more humane
and caring. "A slitherhorn? Oh how wonderful!" she
said, smiling from ear to ear as she looked at him.
"You did play your best, Your Highness," she said,
as they neared the punch bowl when she saw the fur
in it, which made her frown ... it seemed to be
everywhere. "A proper meal? Well, if you insist,"
she said, with a smile ... she had just been asked
out by a Prince!
"A war orphan? What a wonderful person you are!
Beautiful inside and out." He proclaimed, amazed
that she dealt with a Squib adoptive sister. He had
once witnessed a Squib in a jewelry store. The
destruction that followed, while incredible, was
costly. If he was to be with her, then he needed to
be careful should his in-laws come to visit. He
nearly pumped his fist. She accepted! It would be
easier to woo her when he could use his wallet too.
As shady as it seemed, he thought she was the most
beautiful woman he'd ever seen. He was desperate.
His blue eyes widened. "I ought to make sure it's
acceptable with your father first." The man
terrified Pollix, for he never wanted to feel the
man's wrath. Still, he directed Drusilla towards
him. Upon reaching Claudius and Sierra, he offered a
more professional smile. "H-Hello again." Claudius
had put the fear in him. It would never go away.
"There's fur on the punch and no food left to eat.
If you don't mind, I...I'd like to take your
daughter to dinner. I will have her back by seven."
Claudius watched the teenage boy put the moves on
his youngest daughter. Part of him wanted to break
the boy in half, but the larger part wanted his
daughter to marry a Prince. It was fortunate that
when Jelena began dating on Alderaan he was away,
and therefore not subjected to meeting her dates.
"Hmm," he said, as he looked to his daughter, who
was several crucial years younger than the prince.
"What do you think, my dear?" he asked Sierra, as he
wanted to make a very public show that Sierra was
the woman of the house and the decision maker. It
was his hope that this would make Drusilla more
compliant if she knew that she could not simply have
her way with him as she used to.
Drusilla scoffed when Pollix said he was going to ask
her father, but as they approached him she knew
exactly what to do. "Oh please, Papa. He is a Prince afterall," she said, before flashing him her
brightest smile. She held her hands behind her back
and swayed from side to side, turning her charm up
to eleven. But when he passed the credit to Sierra a
shocked look came upon her otherwise youthful and
happy face. She could not help but roll her eyes and
let out a soft sigh at this unexpected decision.
"Please, Sier- ... please, mama," she said, as she
looked towards Sierra, smiling, and doing her best
to launch a charm offensive against her. "I promise
we'll be good," she said, before crossing her
fingers in the hand held behind her back.
It was hard to believe this was actually happening.
Sierra watched the boy making a peacock of himself
for her youngest stepdaughter. She wished she could
hear what he was saying, and actually thought about
how she could get a listening device on him. All she
wanted to know was that his intentions were pure and
that he wasn't going to hurt Dru. She needed to be
taken care of. He had the finances to do so...but
did he have the heart? She watched him stumble
through asking if it was okay for him to take Dru
out. Sierra did her best to look like she wasn't
pleased with all of this. "Hmmm.." Claudius had
passed the torch onto her. The charm in which Dru
laid on Sierra worked. It was the first and likely
the *only* time where she would hear Drusilla call
her 'mama'. Finally, she smiled. "Okay, okay. It's
fine with me. You may take her out, Prince. I expect
you to treat her well." The way she spoke, it seemed
like there was a part two to her words; an unheard
threat. "Go on, get out of here." She leaned against
Claudius and quietly watched the two head off. She
wondered if they should follow them. Deep down
inside, Sierra wanted the best for her little girl.
"Oh thank you, mama," Drusilla said, as she put on
quite the show for everyone. She moved forward
towards Sierra, before raising up on her feet to
bring her head to her level. Then she unexpectedly
placed a kiss on both of Sierra's cheeks. She then
turned towards Pollix before once again locking her
arm with his ... it was doubtful she would ever let
the Prince go. "Lead on, my Prince," she said to
him, in very un-Drusilla-like behavior. If she was
going to rescue herself from her family's current
titleless state she would *have* to make this work.
She may have lost out on a Duchy, but she now had a
Principality in her sights.