"And what do you have to say?" Vibrant yellow eyes fixed on the dark red pureblood male with a long, beaded facial tentacle hanging on either side of his pursed lips, the distinctive ridges above his brow crinkled and all the more striking now in the years since his short, bristle-black hair had stopped growing in. "Will you stand up to her for once in your pathetic, weak-willed farce of a marriage?"
The elder Sith's pale red eyes flashed as they met his daughter's intense gaze, but he said nothing. Of course, he doesn't, Kiabe thought. As long as his testicles were the trophies of the woman to whom she now returned her attention to, he would never dare to move against her, even on his own daughter's behalf.
Lord Ragious had watched the mother of his bride to be balk at the prospect of her daughter marrying a human, and the thought made him seethe. If Kiabe hadn't made it clear that she wanted to handle this in her own way the old witch would be missing her head already. He stood leaning against the wall in the main parlor of his fiancé’s opulent family estate. He stared daggers at the witch as Kiabe spun on her father, his hand hovering over his lightsaber, ready to come to her aid should he be needed.
The lightsaber that hummed to life first, however, belonged to the matriarch with one authoritative word - "ENOUGH". In a moment, she'd leapt to her daughter's side, holding the gleaming yellow-black blade not at her throat, but at a point just ahead of her midsection, and glared at Kiabe's father threateningly. "Yes, husband. Stand up and tell me if you think this -" spitting the word as though referring to vermin "- filth is worthy of the one offspring I deemed worthy to survive your futile attempts to elicit an heir!"
Lord Krellian was finally prompted to his feet, his own double-bladed saber in hand and actived. As he took a step toward his wife, her grasp on Kiabe tightened, and he hesitated with the realization that no matter how quickly he lashed out, she would make good on a threat she'd obviously made long ago. Shame overcame his face as his true weakness was exposed in such a small gesture, and he averted his gaze from them both.
The air crackled with force energy, leaving the feeling as if the living force had been ripped asunder. In the next instant Lord Ragious was behind both Kiabe and her mother, his violet lightsaber ignited and moving through the neck of the older Sith. Without even a moment to scream before the blade severed her head, the woman collapsed as his feet. Still seething with rage that a lightsaber had been anywhere near not only his lover, but also his unborn child, and sustaining himself on pure adrenaline after channeling so much of his strength into Force Travelling, he turned his anger toward Lord Krellian. "Well old man? I believe you were asked a question."
Kiabe had barely had time to react to anything. One moment, her focus had been on her father - the one person in her childhood she'd learned would disappoint her at every turn - and then, it'd been on the exchange between her parents. She finally understood everything. She knew that the woman at her feet very likely hadn't been her mother at all and that her father's failure to protect her from the resultant torment made a lifetime of perceived betrayal all that much worse. In her rage, she closed the distance between herself and Krellian so quickly that his response to her future husband became his final words...
"Through your victory, her chains are broken."
