The crimson child -Male Sith Reader-

Minor complication

Upon your arrival at Mandalore, you were received by Duchess Satine Kryze in the throne room. The polished marble walls reflected the grandeur of the Mandalorian capital, but beneath the surface, political tension simmered.

"Lord (S/N)," Satine greeted you formally, her expression a mix of gratitude and concern. "I trust the mission on Concordia was successful?"

You inclined your head in acknowledgment. "Indeed, Duchess. The Death Watch has been dealt a significant blow, but not without cost. Our soldiers fought bravely, and we mourn the fallen."

Satine's eyes softened; genuine sympathy apparent in her gaze. "I am truly sorry for the losses, Lord (S/N). Mandalore stands with Nathema in this time of grief."

As you recounted the events on Concordia, you skilfully manipulated the narrative. "Unfortunately, Pre Vizsla and many of his followers managed to escape. Their elusive tactics allowed them to slip away in the chaos of battle."

The Duchess nodded solemnly. "We must remain vigilant. The Death Watch is cunning, and their desire for power knows no bounds."

You met Satine's gaze with a feigned sense of determination and resolve, your expression betraying no hint of deception. "Rest assured, Duchess, Nathema is committed to eradicating this threat. We shall not rest until Mandalore is free from the shadow of the Death Watch."

Satine clasped her hands together, her worry evident. "I appreciate your dedication, Lord (S/N). We must continue to work together to ensure the safety of our people."

Your eyes, filled with a carefully crafted blend of sorrow and determination, met hers. "I couldn't agree more, Duchess. Our alliance is crucial in these trying times. We must strengthen our bond and stand united against any threat to Mandalore."

She nodded in agreement, a hint of gratitude in her eyes. "Your words bring comfort, Lord (S/N). The people of Mandalore will find solace in knowing that Nathema stands by us."

You took a step closer, allowing a subtle, genuine concern to flicker across your face. "Duchess Satine, I understand the weight of leadership and the sacrifices it demands. My heart mourns for the lives lost, but we must press on, ensuring a brighter future for Mandalore."

Satine placed a reassuring hand on your arm, her touch warm and comforting. "Your empathy is truly appreciated, Lord (S/N). Together, we shall overcome these challenges."

As you continued to discuss the aftermath of Concordia, you skilfully interwove sincerity and falsehoods. Your emotions were a tapestry of carefully crafted empathy, determination, and grief, all designed to strengthen the trust Satine held in you. The illusion of an honourable and compassionate ally became more deeply ingrained in her perception, solidifying your role as a trusted confidant.

The Duchess sighed, her shoulders visibly relaxing. "Lord (S/N), I am grateful for your support and understanding. In these troubled times, Mandalore needs allies like Nathema."

You nodded in agreement, maintaining the facade of sympathy. "Duchess, as a gesture of our commitment to Mandalore's safety, I propose assembling a task force comprised of Nathema's finest soldiers. This specialized unit will be dedicated to tracking down the remnants of the Death Watch and ensuring they pose no further threat to Mandalore."

Satine's eyes brightened with hope. "That is a generous offer, Lord (S/N). Your commitment to our cause does not go unnoticed."

"It is my pleasure," you replied solemnly. "This task force will act swiftly and decisively, eradicating any lingering threats to Mandalore's peace."