Mutual Interest: Lenore x Male Sith Lord Reader

Visit in captivity

Cystrial opened his eyes to see that he was in a cell. Even the dungeon was artistically crafted. The same couldn't be said about the cell itself.  The Sith felt his helmet for dents. There was a small one on the left side. " Fett had a bigger dent. " Cystrial thought. He was surprised that he still had his helmet on. Whatever those things people were, they hadn't figured out how to take the helmet off. The armor was another story. He had to use the force to unlock the armor before taking it off, plus built-in needles that punctured his flesh to provide symbiosis and nutrients from his waste. Just tearing it off would result in an excruciatingly painful death.

Cystrial got up and looked to the guard. Another of the white armored soldiers. He sitting on a chair with his feet on the table. The Sith sat in a criss-cross position and began to meditate. His helmet remained on. Meditation was the main way one healed their connection to the force. He longed for someone to drain. After an hour and a half of meditation, Cystrial felt more in tune with the force. There were downsides to this too. In his case, being more in tune with the force meant that he would feel the brunt of his affliction. He ended his session by reciting the ancient Sith creed calmly.

" Peace is a lie, there is only passion.

Through passion, I gain strength.

Through strength, I gain power.

Through power, I gain victory.

Through victory, my chains are broken.

The Force shall free me. "

When Cystrial opened his eyes, his visor met the light red eyes of another. A short, slender woman with ginger red hair. She had pale skin, fangs, and pointed ears like the other humanoids. Unlike the rest, she had a pinkish tint on her cheeks. Most likely makeup. The sides of her hair were gathered into a small long braid on her back with a silver ornament holding them together. The rest was wavy and loose. She wore a nice navy blue dress that was complemented by a fluffy white cape. Her face was covered by a black fabric covering. You could still see her face. If this person could gain access to him, she may be useful to him. He'll play whatever game she proposes.

The woman was sitting in a chair that she had moved from the desk to the front of the cell.
" Greetings and I appreciate your patience. " Cystrial said. " Thank you for allowing me to listen. " The woman replied. " It was very, enlightening. " Cystrial attempted to probe her mind but hesitated. He still didn't know their full capabilities. The Sith had only scratched the surface. She was calm, deadly calm.
" Why are you here? " Cystrial asked. The woman smiled. " I wanted to talk to you. " She said. " I'm sorry for the way you've been treated. Is your head alright? Are you hungry? "

" I'm, adequate.  " The Sith lord answered. " Are you the diplomat? "
She leaned closer. " How did you know? " She asked. " Interrogators don't look, nice. " The woman took off her covering, her face now on full display. Cystrial internally eye-rolled as he took her face in. " Sure, she's pretty. Curse Lord Vader. At least he didn't have to deal with women. Last time he dealt with one, Vader had ended her. " The Sith thought.

" Thank you. " The woman said. " I'm Lenore, member of the council of Sisters. It's a pleasure to meet you, Lord Cystrial. " The Sith nodded. " Alright, Lenore. " He started. " If I may ask. What do you truly want from me? " Lenore looked down, saddened. She looked up and pressed the palm of her hand against the cell bars. " I want to help you settle in this world, Cystrial. To teach you what we are and what this world has to offer except getting your head bashed into a wall. " She said. " But I need you to give some information in return. Simple diplomacy. We both give something and get something in return. And most importantly, I'm interested in knowing you. "

Cystrail took it into consideration. There was potential here for an alliance. Alliances were based on mutual interest. " All I need is to continue talking. " The Sith thought.
" I agree to your terms. " Cystrial said. " What is the first thing you'd like to know? " Lenore's face brightened. She was back to her calm and joyful self. " I would like to know your real name. " She said. " Just one question for tonight. "

" (YN). (YN), (LN). " Cystrial replied.