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— OUTER RIM TERRITORIES
⠀⠀⠀ THE SCORCHING SUN BEGAN TO HIDE BEHIND THE ENDLESS HORIZON OF GALA. Milada had spent almost four days in the chambers provided, avoiding Elan and Dana. She was caught in a dilemma, her lustful hunger took over her and yet, she barely feels guilty for what she had done.
How would she face Obi Wan? Well, she didn't have to face him as he did not seem to return any sooner, thus it gave her time to satisfy the inner being of hers. On the other hand, she wanted to stay loyal to him and him only, having no choice but to seek the loving touch of a man in another being.
She heard a knock on the door, causing her to rise from the small bed in the corner before she saw Dana walk in.
"It's been four days Milada—" he began, voice soft and face genuine.
"Does it look like I care?" She snapped before she could even realise it, "I want to leave this place, I'm sick of all of you!" Milada grabbed the pillow near her and threw it at the man who managed to dodge it, while it landed behind him after hitting the door. She sat back down, tears in her eyes. She was lost, lost in her own world of lies and lust and Maker, it did not feel pleasant.
Dana made his way to her slowly, careful not to disturb her as he sat on the bed beside her, putting his heavy arms around her, rubbing small circles on her shoulders. This is not how we imagined seeing her after so long would be like — her throwing objects at him. But at least she did not slit his throat with the dagger he had gifted her during their first meeting in the place before the G'alasti ceremony. A sudden wave of adrenaline had taken over him and his hands fell to her waist, pulling her closer as they slowly began to massage her sides.
"We don't have to do this darling if you don't want to, but I owe you my life," Dana whispered into her ear, hands then making their way to where her bodice was, slowly undoing her dress from behind, feeling her tense up, "I love you and I want to show that to you,"
Milada didn't say anything. Did she want it? Or did she not? She saw it as a chance on the other hand and decided to take the risk. She turned around to face him and crashed her lips onto his, losing herself in a passionate kiss with the man, hands falling over his shoulders and slowly moving down to his chest, undoing the buttons of his vest. She felt him smile into the kiss and pull her down so she was laying on top of him while his hands continued to roam around her back, attempting to make her dress fall from her shoulders and succeeding.
Milada's hands made their way to his trousers, not caring about the vest and the blouse any longer, wanting nothing but to fulfil her desires. She undid his pants and her hand found what was hiding behind the thick fabrics Dana wore. He felt her need and want and his hands made their way under her skirts, grabbing the soft flesh of the princess and trailing higher, feeling her warm core under his soft touch and her hips would grind slightly to gain at least some friction.
"Someone is eager?" Dana asked, breaking the kiss and staring at Milada with nothing but love as she smiled warmly at him and began to move her hand which was in his pants in a slow, torturous pace, watching Dana's head fall back as he let out a low groan which caused Milada's insides burn with desire.
"F-faster," he breathed out, eyes closed, hands dropping from Milada's body and grabbing the bed sheet, knuckles turning white at the harsh grip. She nodded but he couldn't see it, speeding up her movements while her other hand made its way under the pillow which she kept in the corner, cold fingers finding the dagger Dana had gifted her before, pulling it out, never stopping to pleasure the man.
"I truly am eager," she breathed out which caused him to open his eyes, "eager for your death," and she kissed him, while the dagger pierced through his chest, deep in his heart. He hissed into the kiss, unable to escape the tight grip of the princess over him, the hand in his pants stopping and squeezing around his shaft as she twisted the one with the dagger and feeling blood dripping down into his clothes and her hands.
"A gelid death by a cold weapon," she mused, pulling away, "rare in this world but suitable for many men and you, Dana, are no exception," she breathed out before letting out a low laugh, standing up and searching for a cloth to clean her hands, dagger still in the man's chest. She let out a sigh, head falling back as she rolled her shoulders, hands going behind her to close the bodice as the man lay limp on her bed, purple blood pouring out slowly to the bed and down on the floor. Milada smiled, this was fast, she thought. She expected him to say a word but he didn't, he was too lost in ecstasy he couldn't even process the situation, poor thing, she frowned.
Walking over to the man, she pulled the dagger out, proceeding to clean it with the cloth while eyes fixed on the Dana's ultramarine ones which were still wide open. She smirked to herself, one down, two more to go, she reminded herself of the plan she had come up with not long ago after fleeing Galu — the want of revenge had fuelled her and did not let her sleep peacefully at night, her thoughts being only on restoring the legacy and seeing the man she truly loved, Obi Wan Kenobi.
Making her way out of the chambers, she walked in the direction of where Elan's hall was, the place where she was degraded four days ago.
"Dana is dead," she declared upon stepping her foot inside, immediately gaining the attention of Elan who was sat at the table before the map.
"You killed him," Elan stated. She knew what Milada had done, the purple blood over her dress is not so secretive, "I am impressed you killed one of my most trusted men, or who was one before," her attention was now back on the map. Eyes roaming around the image before her as Milada cautiously walked over to her side, dagger still in hand.
"Kill me now," Elan ordered, eyes not leaving the image, "kill me now and you'll have one more left,"
And it was what the princess did not do. Seeing how careless Elan was took away all of her desires to kill her. Why would she not care? Clearly she was up for something and it did not please Milada.
Elan's eyes finally met Milada's, still seated, she asked the princess, "what are you waiting for?" There was pure genuine curiosity in her tone which Milada couldn't bare.
"I don't know," she mumbled, dagger dropping out of her hand, hitting the ground with a piercing sound as she fell to her knees, face in her barely bloodied hands, "I don't know!"
Elan stayed silent before bending and taking the dagger, examining it, "this is Dana's gift," she said more to herself, "how sweet, he decided to gift you what his father had gifted him before he was killed by your father, ironic,"
Milada's eyes were burning from tears now, frame shaking and ears refusing to pick up any sounds. What was she waiting for? She did not know, and the last thing she remembered was her body feeling numb and falling into the cool tiles as her vision turned black, heartbeat only heard in her ears.
