Attractive Diplomacy

[Susan]

Time Period: Ten years prior to current timeline, two months after Humanity First
Location: Corellia
Participants: Samuel Cromwell (Borzka) Cassius Liviana (BY) Rook Solosten (Meira)

The life of a political advisor could be seen as a dull one, but it was certainly a busy one. Samuel Cromwell spent most of his waking time doing one thing or another in line with his duties as royal advisor to the King of Corellia. When he did have free time, that too was taken up by what could be seen as political dealings. Although not necessarily with the King’s best interests at heart. Samuel was close friends with his brother in law, and would never do anything to directly harm him – but he had never planned to remain in this position all of his life, he had his own ambitions. Ever since his meeting with the prominent Coruscanti businessman Cassius Liviana, his own ambitions were taking greater steps towards fruition.

That first meeting at the party on Coruscant was just the beginning of what would be a useful partnership, and a burgeoning friendship. They dined together the next day, attended the opera with one another a week later. They had spent quite a bit of time together, doing a variety of activities, discussing many things. There were always the same few key topics up for debate, however, the centre of that being their same shared beliefs. Within that came much talk about a new galactic order, the right people in the right positions to shape the galaxy the way it should be shaped. And of course underlying that was preserving the bloodline, both men were high galactic aristocrats – and neither wanted to see that purity washed away.

Which was part of the reason this meeting had been called. It was time for Samuel to follow through with his invitation to the Royal Gardens, and it was agreed upon for Cassius to come here this fine afternoon. The Corellian had arranged for the finest transport to be arranged from the spaceport to bring Cassius, and possibly his daughter, to the gardens where the advisor was now. Samuel had extended the invitation to Danica Liviana simply as he wanted his nephew Rook to meet her, she was a bit of a hellion but genetically a fine specimen for a marital pairing. Samuel had invited his favourite nephew to this meeting as well, although he had not told the boy what it exactly involved. The teenager was on his way to becoming a man, and Samuel would always have a hand in shaping who that man would become. The invitation was a request, so it was possible the boy would not even show up – which would leave Samuel himself somewhat embarrassed.

He was confident though that the young Prince would not want to disappoint his favoured Uncle. If he did, Samuel would just tell his mother on him.

[Meira]

"You fire breathing devil woman!"

Rook was trying frantically to shield his eyes from the light that threatened to rip his skull open and boil his brain. Constance was doing her best not to laugh as she threw open a second set of blinds.

"Burn in hell!" Rook roared and he shoved his head under his pillows.

"It's not my fault you chose to drink yourself into a stupor with those boys, m'lord. You gave me very specific instructions to wake you."

"I don't remember telling you to attempt murder!" came Rook's muffled reply.

"Your exact words were 'by any means necessary'" she said, not bothering to hide her smile. "You're meeting your uncle today, remember?"

Rook raised his head, pillows falling to either side of him as his groggy mind tried to process her words. "That's today?"

She nodded.

"Why didn't you say so?" Rook asked, moving quickly to get out of his bed. He stumbled from the mattress and across the room to his restroom where a nice cold shower would surely do the trick. Rook rarely got to see his uncle Samuel these days. He was so busy with his work for Rook's father. And Rook was often busy himself, avoiding any sort of work at all. He was quite good at it actually.

Constance followed Rook across the room, causing the young man to pause at the doorway into the restroom. "Need something?" he asked, sarcasm evident in his voice as he turned to face her.

"I was going to lay out your clothes, m'lord." she replied.

"I can dress myself, thank you." he said. "Go... do nanny things somewhere else." He smiled at the affronted look on her face and gave the old woman a wink. Constance shook her head in contempt, but as he disappeared behind the doorway, she chuckled and left the prince in peace.

==//O\\==

One shower and shave later, Rook was dressed and looking much more princely as he made his way down to the gardens where Samuel said he would meet him. The slight darkness under his eyes belied the inebriation he was still recovering from, but uncle Samuel would not begrudge Rook a drunken night, surely. That's why Rook liked his uncle so. Samuel understood Rook's place because he too was not overburdened with the responsibilities of a first born son. He was the only one that ever cared to give Rook any true encouragement in life, while still not shaming him for when he toed the line.

"Uncle!" Rook said as he spied the man in the gardens and approached.

[Poludnica]

Theme

An inhalation of acrid smoke into lungs coaxed the embers at the end of Cassius cigarette to flare and lick hungrily at thin paper wrapping. Warm, orange illumination mingled with the glacial glow of a familiar prosthetic, casting enough light over the angular features for the guards to identify him and let into the royal gardens. The tall man nodded them in polite greeting and with a charming 'have a good day gentlemen' the grey knight passed the richly furnished loggia to find himself on small, rocky path surrounded by beautifully exotic plants. Hiding the cigarette away in a small ashtray, the Coruscanti businessman took a deep breath – enjoying the moist, fresh quality of the air. It wasn't easy to find something like this on his home world that over thousand of years morphed into a giant metropolis. Only few places around poles was turned into recreational centers with something akin to natural flora and fauna.

For a long moment Cassius marveled the moment of still silence. He let his senses spread, pulling at the string of the Force, reading its uneven patterns. All the living beings in the garden came to life with this special kind of warmth that seeped into the fabric of the universe. One felt especially familiar and a soft smile graced thin lips. Samuel Withing a heartbeat the presence of the Force faded from his being, hiding behind a thick, telepathic shield. It was a reflex by now, a natural response even if there was no other gifted being around. Impeccable self-control was what seemed an unachievable perfection but the human man sacrificed plenty to come close to it. But there always would be a work to do, always something to improve.

Cassius Liviana abhorred laziness.

With even, controlled step the Liviana heir made his way toward his new friend – a very profitable relationship. So far the man had little business contacts on Corellia, especially to such prominent nobles and with political views indisputably close to his own. Pius Dea. The driven force that had stood behind the Liviana rise. His forefathers had spilled blood of countless aliens in the name of the Goddess. And now they were back, even if the Goddess became an empty icon and symbol more than a true faith, it still carried the notion that the Core belonged to Humans.

Before turning toward the alcove where the meeting was taking place, Cassius checked his datapad. Broca claimed Danica had been sick in the room all day so maybe this time around the foolish girl wasn't simulating. It annoyed him how fragile and prone to various maladies the girl had always been. His daughter was a joke played on him by the cruel universe. Unstable, capricious, sickly and misbehaved. A part of him did grow happy upon the news Danica wouldn't go with him to Corellia – she wouldn't have a chance to shame him in front of the important royal family members. After hastily putting together a message with instructions to his friend, Cassius stopped and adjust the ridiculously expensive suit. The design cost more than most people of this Galaxy made in ten years but the man wouldn't settle for anything less. Esthetics were as important as manners; even his nails were perfectly manicured even if hands bore few calloused marks for every year of handling the lightsaber.

Finally happy with the general outlook, giving it a intentionally casual streak by slightly unbuttoning top of the ivory white shirt Cassius Liviana stepped out from the shadows, quiet like a prowling feline. Charming smile ghosted his lips; cool green gaze stopping first on Samuel then on a sickly looking young man with a pallid face and dark circles under his eyes. That must have been Rook. Cassius noted the boy's neat clothing and rather clean outlook – a good trait for young people to have. ”Ah, Samuel. Good morning.” The dark haired man said with a cheery grin. ”You were right, the gardens are simply amazing.” He noted and patted his friend on the back, the attention immediately turning to the royal child. ”And this must be young Rook.” Cassius offered his hand in an universal greeting. ”Your uncle told me good things about you.” The grey knight commented, wondering if the distinct aroma of digested alcohol was coming from the young man. Probably, since Samuel had no taste in the beverages. The Coruscanti aristocrat didn't shy from an occasional drink but would never let himself to be inebriated. Such lack of restrain was cringe worthy. Apparnetly Rook had with Danica more in common than Cassius would like; good thing the whiny witch had stayed back home.

[Susan]

Whilst waiting for his esteem guests to arrive, Samuel Cromwell wondered idly which would be the first to arrive. Cassius was coming from another planet, whereas his nephew Rook was coming from his chambers just a few hundred yards away. Based on sheer distance Rook should be way in front. Although when given a little bit more thought, it was more likely that the further travelling Cassius would arrive first. He had a reputation for being on time, the teenage prince on the other hand was not really one for punctuality.

Which was why the royal advisor was somewhat surprised as he saw his nephew marching through the gardens towards him, an image that caused Samuel to look down at the expensive timepiece strapped to his wrist. The boy was actually early. Only by a few moments and stranger things had happened, but still, it was unexpected. His mind spun into gear thinking about the possible reasons for this strange phenomena, coming to the conclusion that Rook somehow found out what the meeting was regarding. If anything was going to rouse Miri’s third son, then the promise of a large chested young female would be very high up the list.

”Rook, good to see you my boy.” Samuel smiled as the teenager approached him, placing a hand on the prince’s shoulder and squeezing in a gentle, familial manner. It was a level of interaction that Samuel very rarely exhibited in public, and only to a select group. His arm withdrew and as did the smile on his face, his nose wrinkled somewhat as it caught wind of a foul miasma. This lead to his eyes taking in the boy in greater detail. Whilst Rook had clearly made an effort on his appearance, the tell tale signs were still there. The chin may be free of scruffy stubble, but the eyes were hanging almost off of his face, and the smell of alcohol was the most noticeable identifier. ”I trust you had a good evening, your grace.” Samuel’s voice was somewhat cooler to his nephew, his own thoughts privately turning to how this would represent himself and the royal court, but there was very little he could do now. The time constraint soon became apparent as he noticed another figure heading towards him, the tall handsome silhouette of a man he had grown to known as a friend. Cassius Liviana although, Samuel noted with curiosity, without that large chested daughter of his in tow. Rook would be so disappointed.

”I am glad you approve Cassius.” Samuel smiled back at his friend, reciprocating the gesture and moving towards the businessman to pat him on the back also. Most people would consider this a tender hug, but to the reserved Corellian it was nothing more than a friend pat. Patty pat pat. ”You made it here in good time, I trust you were well looked after on your journey?” Coruscant was hardly far away, relatively speaking, but it was just a polite piece of small talk to get the conversation started. End of the day, the younger man would have had a personal car from his home to the space port, the finest shuttle to Corellia, and then yet another personal car to his hotel and finally the royal grounds. All told Cassius had probably only walked a few dozen steps at most.

”And yes, this is his royal highness, Rook Solosten, Prince of Corellia.” Samuel stepped back from his new friend, extending his left arm to usher his nephew forward. The overbearing title didn’t seem to suit the obviously hung over teenager, but it was tradition none the less. ”Rook, this is my good friend Cassius Liviana. He has a lot of dealings on Coruscant, and I thought it would be pleasurable for you to meet him and his daughter. On that note, where is the lovely Danica?”

The smile from earlier reappeared as he spoke, although when he brought up the younger Liviana it was somewhat of a forced expression. The temperamental young woman was probably called many things, although he doubted lovely was one of them. At least, as far as honest was concerned.

[Meira]

His uncle placed a hand on Rook's shoulder, but the prince would have none of that. He wrapped his long arms around the older man, squeezing him tightly and almost lifting him from the ground. Rook knew Uncle Samuel didn't much care for personal contact, but he also knew his dear uncle would forgive him just about anything. He released the man after a moment, stepping back and readjusting the shoulders of his uncle's clothing to erase the wrinkles he'd caused there.

"It's good to see you too, uncle." Rook replied.

Samuel's next comment caused Rook to pause. He'd showered, shaved, brushed his teeth. He wore clean clothes. Was it really so noticeable? His uncle's attention was drawn away for a moment and Rook seized the opportunity to hold his hand close to his mouth. He breathed out, then sniffed. He couldn't smell anything. With a hardly noticeable shrug, Rook turned to see who else had come into the gardens.

The man was older, but Rook was no good judge of age. He was very well dressed, a member of the nobility perhaps. His mother had always badgered him about learning the names and faces of the noble families. But he simply could not be bothered to take the time. Such tasks were better suited to his brothers. They were the ones that mattered, after all.

The man approached Rook's uncle and the two exchanged their greetings before turning to the prince. The man, Cassius Liviana extended his hand and Rook took it into his own, giving it a firm shake before releasing it. "A pleasure." he replied, simply.

A man from Coruscant, interesting. Rook wasn't often introduced to offworlders. Nobles from other planets were often brought to meet the Royal family in a much more formal setting. But this man was not royal or noble. He was a businessman, it seemed. Rook wondered what his uncle was up to, introducing him to this man. But it didn't take long for Samuel to reveal his intentions. Cassius had a daughter. It took all his willpower not to deflate as he realized what this was. Ever since Collin's wedding, he'd been introduced to this lovely young lady, or that Duke's niece. The flood gates were open and it seemed there was nothing but wedding bells on the minds of all those who surrounded him. Henry already had himself a girl, and so was not bombarded as Rook was.

Now, part of Rook was very pleased with the way these noble girls were throwing themselves at him. Their attentions he did not mind in the least. It was the orchestrations of their families that annoyed Rook. And now, his own uncle had decided to join the game. Rook had thought that, of all people, Samuel wouldn't do this. He wanted to roll his eyes and storm off, but there was no need. The girl hadn't even come. So instead, he tried to change the subject.

"What sort of business do you do on Coruscant, Mr. Liviana?"

[Poludnica]

The Coruscanti businessman accepted the friendly gesture Samuel was offering. For years he had issues with being touched, the close proximity of anyone would cause a growing discomfort. Only in his mid twenties the man began to slowly learn how important to social interactions such thing was. Breaking this very own, very private limitations Cassius considered as one of the more important victories. Now at worst the unwelcome touch was indifferent at worst. ”It was great, I didn't expect any less.” The dark haired man nodded before turning toward the young prince. Samuel seemed to be proud of his family, Rook especially. At first glance the boy seemed well-behaved and groomed though since Corellia wasn't a part of his interest for long, Cassius never took time to know any nobles there. Especially not a royal family.

That should change though and even if only some Corellians held drearily teachings of the goddess. Not a religious man himself, the Coruscanti aristocrat recognized its power over common people. Thousands of years ago it led humans into war for domination and if not for the traitors they would have won and chased the aliens into submission. Maybe Samuel liked his youngest nephew because of the similar views they shared. It was possible for the boy to agree with his uncle or maybe it was simply a wife hunting. Cassius cared for good relations with his friend and Rook seemed like a decent young man, but no matter how fine the young prince had been, he was not of the ancient Zhell tribe.

Breaking it to Samuel would be most awkward.

When his friend asked about Danica, betraying the intentions in less than subtle manner, Cassius smiled and shook his head. Many people called his daughter 'lovely' probably meaning she finally had learned to hide the terrible personality – a thing Cassius blamed himself for. For years he had been to easy on the hellion. ”She complained on a migraine and decided to stay in the room.” The man excused Danica, trapped between a relief she wouldn't bring him shame and irritation Samuel insisted on her presence. ”Some kind humor imbalance most likely.” He added with a casual shrug. ”Maybe she will join us for dinner later.” The man commented in a non-committal manner.

The young prince impressed him by swiftly changing the topic that had the potential to turn rather unpleasant. A trait Cassius liked, a control over flow in personal interactions, shame Danica couldn't control herself to achieve it. ”I own a PR company that deals with the entertainment and art, your grace” The Coruscanti businessman explained. It was a pretty face of his true deals thought, not many in the Core would expect an owner of auction houses to get involved in a spice trade in the outer rim. He didn't break the Republic law as everything happened in the Hutt Space but the truth would harm his image certainly. Charities, events for rich and famous, all of it a mere smokescreen behind the true purpose of Livco.

”Do you have a favorite artist, your grace?” He asked with a smile, further pushing the conversation away from Danica and the ill-fitted marriage hunt.

[Susan]

Samuel made a face when his nephew decided to go the whole hog when it came to a warm greeting. As far as the elder Corellian was concerned, his gently patting of the young boy was more than enough as far of a show of affection was concerned. The young man clearly did not agree though, the hug employed by the prince almost taking the royal advisor from his feet. Rook was certainly getting strong, even though Samuel was hardly the heaviest of men.

Rook was one of maybe two people in the galaxy that Samuel would allow to touch him in that manner, the other being his sister and Rook’s mother. He felt that interactions on such an intimate level should be heavily restricted, and especially should not occur between people who were closer to being strangers than lifelong friends. Although Cassius was on his way to becoming a third exception. More than once Samuel had found himself thinking about Cassius and intimate touching. It was certainly very intriguing.

”I am pleased. The distance from the Capital to Corellia is hardly far, but one should always travel in great comfort – no matter the distance.” Samuel was not one to travel extensively, he had left the core only a few times, but he was aware that it was a different case for Cassius. The Coruscanti aristocrat had business dealings outside of the core, dealings that Samuel had been looking in too. The royal advisor saw nothing wrong with an influential man expanding his influence, and privately commended his friend for his entrepreneurial proficiency.

Rook was polite and respectful towards the new arrival, and Samuel could not suppress the slightest of smiles on his face. He knew Rook to be something of a free spirit, a maverick even – although that may be a little strong. Still though, the young prince would never disappoint his uncle, something the older gentleman found himself immensely proud of. Rook may not be Corellia’s favoured prince, but he was undoubtedly Samuel’s.

”Well, I do hope her a speedy recovery. If it necessitates, I can arrange for the finest doctors on the planet to attend to her.” Samuel smiled warmly at Cassius, accepting the reasons without incident. He did not really care too much if what was said was actually true, and privately he was a little glad she had not turned up, despite the fact he had invited her. He did want Rook to meet with Danica, a coupling was still possible. But she was hardly the most agreeable of girls, and Samuel found it almost difficult to refer to her as being ‘lovely’. To be fair, he had not had much one on one interaction with her, but there were a lot of stories about her. If any of them were true, then Rook’s occasional misadventures paled in comparison.

He found himself being proud of his favoured nephew once more, taking charge of the situation, yet not in a blunt or forward way. He knew that Rook was receiving a lot o tutoring on how to be a model nobleman, quite a lot of it from Samuel himself, but it was nice to see that the teachings paid off. The boy certainly knew how to carry a conversation, so perhaps a career in politics was not completely out of the question.

”I am sure that Cassius would be delighted to allow us a tour of some of his more prestigious facilities, if you would be so inclined your grace.” it was more than a little presumptuous of Samuel to suggest this, but he knew Cassius well enough by now, and did not think there would be any complaints on the Coruscanti’s part. As well as this, he was not certain if Rook would take up on the offer anyway. Whilst the boy may be interested in travelling to the Capital, he doubted touring art galleries would be his idea of fun. There were many establishments on the lower tiers that Rook would likely be more than happy to attend. As far as Samuel was concerned, his nephew was not to find out about Coruscant’s seedy underbelly.

”Come, we should walk. No point in letting this wonderful visage go to waste.”

The elder man smiled at his two companions, and gestured for them to follow him into the Corellian royal gardens. There was little else more appealing to the Corellian than a lovely walk in the sunshine with his favoured nephew and a very good friend. It was quite pleasant.

[Meira]

Rook found this Danica's excuse entirely acceptable, if not likely contrived. Who hadn't feigned illness to get out of some unwanted obligation? Rook had certainly been guilty of such things on countless occasions. In fact, were his dear uncle Samuel not present here, Rook would most definitely have found some excuse or other to avoid the awkward pushing together of himself and some random, likely hideous, girl. In any case, Rook could say that Danica was favorable in that she had spared him such insufferable formalities. Perhaps he'd buy her a drink sometime.

Nodding his head, Rook moved with his uncle and Cassius as they began the standard Royal Gardens stroll. Many who'd been brought to Corellia to be wined and dined had walked this path, and Rook knew it well. He didn't even have to look up to point out the famous Veln Tree, underneath which his great great -however many it was- grandfather Frederik Solosten received the proposal from Princess Helen Droon for marriage. It had marked the beginning of their family's dynasty on Corellia.

"I'm afraid my interests in the arts are regrettably superficial, Mr. Liviana." he said, ducking his head down slightly as if ashamed. "My studies have focused on law, of late, and I have not made time for the humanities. Perhaps you could suggest a few artists for me to begin with?"

Rook studied his uncle, unsure of what his purpose here might be if he was truly only invited as a means to introduce him to the man's daughter. But studying Samuel was much like studying a wall, one wouldn't get too far into the intentions. He hoped that courtship wasn't the only reason his uncle had asked to see him. It would be a shame to learn that Samuel had lost the affection they'd held for each other; that Rook still held.

[Poludnica]

A bemused smile ghosted across his lips seeing Samuel's reaction to the boy's affectionate greeting. Cassius understood his friend's reaction as he himself had never been a touchy feely person. He always limited such interaction, thinking of it as unnecessary, often unpleasant. Only couple of people had earned the right to do more than pat him on a shoulder. ”It may come as a shock to you but I don't always travel comfortably.” Cassius smiled enigmatically, playing it off as a joke. In truth the grey master had spent years in the Hutt space as a mercenary – the feeling of being crammed in a shady, worn out space ships wasn't really new to him. From very young age Cassius had been beaten to tolerate discomfort, any skilled Force user had to learn that.

”Thank you but I doubt it will be necessary.” The dark haired man admitted. ”I guess being of fairer sex warrants occasional frailty.” Cassius sighed helplessly. The statement itself could be considered a subtle joke but there was something in the cold edge to the words that gave the remark signs of anger. No one had ever accused the Livco owner of misogyny – racism, elitism yes but never that. He worked with women, they were on the board of directors and among his loyal friends back in the Hutt space but very often Cassius found himself angered by capricious, unstable moods of his daughter pegging them as a trait of most females.

The men began a slow walk, probably the tour all the guests were forced to take in those gardens. Cassius had nothing against it though as the place was truly beautiful. It was rare he could enjoy the nature. The Hutt space was filled with industrial pollution and desert planets whereas Coruscant long time ago had lost most of its natural flora. ”You are most welcome to visit Oriaisel gallery of mine in Sah'c district.” The man started, hints of calm pride coating the words. ”It's a restaurant, banquet hall and auction house as well as gallery filled with true pearls of Human art.” They passed some large tree that swallowed majority of sunlight, throwing a dark shadow on the ground. Fragrant smell of its flowers coaxed a barely held sneeze from Cassius. His eyes also began to sting, maybe visiting the gardens wasn't such a great idea after all.

Damn allergy.

His green eyes trailed back to the young prince who kept up with a polite chit chat. How Cassius wished Danica had half of his grace. The silly goose was interested in parties, make up, clothes and boys. Preferably of unsavory background and species. Maybe marrying off with the Corellian had its merits after all. ”The recent artist that caught my eye is Boris Darayu, a young Coruscanti holo-artist.” Cassius began, trying to forget about ticklish feeling that gnawed at his eyes. ”He focuses on modern depiction of landscapes, a true visionary talent.” The pollen was driving him crazy, the Livco owner blinked, hoping he would get used to it soon.

When Samuel encouraged them to resume their walk, Cassius sighed inwardly, happy he would get away from the offensive tree. ”I can imagine law is a difficult subject and I applaud your ambition and resolve, your grace.” The man commented with a nod, his gaze moving from Sameul, a silent question in them. Was Rook of similar mindset and if t he knew of Pius Dea? ”Please, tell me your grace what branch of the law are you interested in?” Cassius asked.

[Susan]

Samuel managed to take an iron fisted grip over his eyebrow before it perked up of its own accord at Cassius’ comment. The Corellian advisor assumed that it was meant in jest, he never thought of his friend as the misogynistic type. Nevertheless, Samuel Cromwell refused to be drawn to comment on it, he had ran in these circles for more than long enough to recognise when to hold his tongue. Even if at times he ignored this sixth sense, especially when it came to the King – sometimes his brother in law needed that little whisper in his ear, just to keep things on track. Not that Samuel felt he had control over the King or anything, Rook’s father was his own man, Samuel was just a very influential advisor. He was good at it. He would not be an advisor forever, but for now he enjoyed his position immensely, and would take advantage of any and all the benefits that it presented. Which included unrestricted access and influence to the youngest living prince of Corellia.

”I do hope she can join us for dinner, otherwise her trip her would be regrettably in vain.” One last little comment about the Liviana daughter, and then as far as Samuel was concerned, the discussion about her was done. There were more pressing matters to eventually move on to, and with Danica not being present, her importance dropped significantly. The older man glanced briefly at his nephew, a prospective pairing between him and Cassius’ daughter was only one thing on the agenda. Rook may never be king, but he was still going to be a powerful man in his own right – especially if Samuel had anything to do with it. Right now the boy was a raw talent, unharnessed and unpredictable. He was studying the law, a good thing to be knowledgeable about, and Samuel pushed his nephew towards intellectual and academic pursuits. It was possible that in the future he would become a pro bono lawyer for the unprivileged throughout the galaxy, a truly honourable thing that would gift the boy the affections of many. Despite that, it was a waste for the boy’s talents, and of his breeding. Samuel envisaged a career in politics for his favoured nephew, assumed young Rook would be interested, and the advisor was quite certain the boy could go far in that field. He certainly had a magnetism about him. Samuel would follow Rooks’ future with great interest, and occasionally prod it into a desired direction if he felt it was necessary. One such prod was well underway, he did not just want Rook to meet Danica, but also Cassius. Another believer in Pius Dea, another influential male for Rook to have in his life.

”A very gracious offer, Cassius, and one I am sure Rook would be happy to entertain the next time he visits the capital.” Whilst he was aware Rook had his own tongue and could speak, Samuel felt it was a necessary part of his position in the conversation to address such issues. It was how he dealt with things in an official capacity with the King after all. In many ways this was most like a diplomatic meeting between the king and an influential envoy. Cassius may not be important enough to meet the king, not yet at any rate – and Rook may himself not be King, but it did not matter. It was two sides of Samuel’s world colliding, and it was important for him as any earth-shattering deal he had brokered in the past. It was important for his friend and his nephew to enjoy one another’s company, for now and for the future. ”I have not heard of this young man, he must be extraordinarily gifted to catch your eye.” Samuel realised he was fawning a little, but it was all part of his role, and he was sure both Cassius and Rook would understand that. Rook may be young, but he was a bright young thing, and despite his somewhat ill conceived ideas of extracurricular activities, knew full well how to play the game.

So far, it appeared that the meeting between the two men was going well. And for a few moments Samuel decided it was applicable for him to remain silent. Cassius shown interest in Rook’s studies, as the boy shown interest in the older man’s businesses. Perhaps on both parts the interest was feigned, but it really did not matter, they were both making the effort and that was what was important here. The walk around the garden’s would be a long one, it was an expansive region after all, and it would present enough time for them all to get one another better. And even if they did not, Samuel had arranged for them all to dine together at Corellia’s finest eatery. After that, the trio would become a twosome, and he had a few other things in mind for him and Cassius to get up too. He allowed himself a little smile as familiar thoughts ran through his head, later in the evening the Royal advisor planned on showing his friend just how diplomatic he could be.

[Meira]

The walk brought the three men into a more open area with neatly mowed lawn stretching out on either side of the path. It was quiet, though the occasional shrill of bird song could be heard on the light breeze. Ahead along the path was a greenhouse, the queen's crowning jewel of the royal gardens. Inside, a vast selection of Corellia's most beautiful and fragrant flora could be found. Rook led their guest in the direction of the greenhouse, as it was the standard conclusion of the tour. There were other areas of the grounds, of course, but such hedge mazes and tiered flower beds were often reserved for those committed to a more extended stay at the palace. As far as Rook knew, Mr. Liviana was merely a day visitor.

"Of course." Rook said, echoing his uncle's acceptance of Mr. Liviana's offer to visit his gallery. "I unfortunately don't get to travel as often as I'd like, especially to Coruscant. I will have to look into Mr. Darayu's work while I'm there."

Surprisingly, Rook's acceptance of Mr. Liviana's offer was quite sincere. If not for the sake of art, then certainly for the sake of visiting the galaxy's capital. Oh the trouble he could find there... But such musings were not to be entertained at the present. Not when he had to play the good young prince. Rook was not a keen politician yet, nor was he some business-wise CEO, but he was becoming a quick study in the subtleties of this game that was played out around him. He could tell that his uncle was intent on things going well in this meeting. Every word he spoke was full of that diplomatic aura. He seemed almost as concerned with impressing Cassius as Rook had so long been with impressing him. Rook certainly didn't want to let Samuel down now.

Luckily enough, Mr. Liviana didn't seem all that interested in Rook specifically. Everyone had their mild interest of course. Even the most boring prince was still royalty, but Cassius' questions and conversations carried the air of civility and custom more than they did of genuine interest. Rook knew this because he was already very well practiced in it. And so the young prince felt no real pressure in the situation and was able to relax.

"I've kept my focus primarily on interplanetary regulations and galactic law. One planet can get pretty crowded when you're third in line." he said, the smile on his face helped to keep the joke lighthearted. It was another thing he'd learned to do well. Many people didn't know how to interact with Rook as the youngest prince. Rook's eldest brother, Collin, was always treated with an air of reverence as the crown prince. So he'd grown to develop a horrendous sense of formality and a serious case of a stick up his ass. Henry was much more mild, but still somber. He did well as an officer. Rook had always been the black sheep, the spare. By the time he'd come around many were a bit tired of honoring snot nosed boys. But that obligation remained, and so Rook had made it one of his lifelong duties to relieve those around him of the need to be too formal. He didn't like the pomp and circumstance, so if he could, he would lessen it.

[Poludnica]

(( A bit sucky D: sorry!))

A smile that appeared on Cassius' features carried little mirth. Maybe .” He stated enigmatically at Samuel's hopes to see Danica. Certainly his new friend plotted something, seeking for occasion to introduce the Coruscanti business aristocracy into Corellian nobility. Not a terrible idea though Cassius didn't really want to become a family with the Corellians. His own brother married a local, commoner girl but the Liviana heir remained faithful the last of the Zhell. They weren't many left as the blood got diluted by years of cross breeding, not only between various humans but also other less desirable races. Liviana bloodline was one of the purest and Cassius intended to keep it that way.

”It's good to see young people getting interested in higher forms of art.” The dark haired man commented truthfully, regarding Samuel with an inquisitive gaze. Wondering how much of the boy's interests stemmed from his influence. From what Liviana knew, Samuel himself had no children nor even a partner. It often spoke volumes about a man, especially this of higher breeding. Despite completely different interests, he himself had sacrificed much to gain an heir – not even for a moment entertaining the idea of adopting a student. Even now, nearly a master of the Force - the man shuddered at the thought of a pupil. Such a waste of time. Danica was handful on her own, a walking trouble still too wild to consider any form of marriage arraignment.

Only a slow nod accompanied Samuel's interest in an artist. It was a really talented child of a prominent family – Cassius had been asked to help him break through the mainstream trash that had little to do with what should be considered art. The CEO had been always very picky about what and who he supported. Meeting his high standards were often frustrating though at a glance, Rook seemed to fill in the category of a well educated young man. Someone with who Danica could spend time, instead of finding a shady company in local clubs. ”I will surely introduce him to you, Samuel. His family belongs to the elite what Coruscant has to offer.” Cassius gracefully caught a leaf that swirled next to his head. Slowly crumbled tiny, dry thing in his fingers. ”There are people worth knowing in the Queen of the Core.” He sighed and let go of the floral shreds. Seemingly absentmindedly. ”Especially to those with....political ambitions.” The human smiled. Coruscant had no nobility planets like Corellia had. They were corporates influenced republic but the business tycoons and politicians created family succession lines similarly to the royalty. It was no secret rich, self-proclaimed aristocracy had pushed the circle of importance.

”Ah, but less duties on the planet means plenty of freedom elsewhere, young prince.” Cassius chuckled at the boy's words. Third in line had its advantages – sometimes in a rare moments of weakness the man envied his younger brother. The family pressure rested on the firstborn – how much more powerful he could have been if not for other things he had to take care of. ”That is a smart choice of studies.” He could swear the pollen around tried to strangle him. Bearing with discomfort wasn't new to Cassius, the sacrifices the Force demanded surpassed some little allergy nevertheless he vigilantly looked around in hopes of discovering they were near the end of this trip.

[Susan]

At some point during their leisurely afternoon walk, the young prince had taken the lead, something that Samuel had not exactly anticipated, but found himself quite liking. Although there was a small level of apprehension. It was all well and good that his favoured nephew was more than capable and willing to take the lead in important social situations, but Samuel hoped it was not a harbinger to a time when Rook would no longer require his guidance. That would be a most unpleasant occurrence. Whilst it was just one minor development in just one of many thousands of situations, the royal advisor did not get to where he was, and would not get to where he hoped to be, by neglecting even the most miniscule of details.

”I would be honoured if you made the arrangements, Cassius. Perhaps the next time the young prince and myself visit the capital. It would certainly do us both good to involve ourselves with the young Darayu and his family.” Yet another gear turned in that unending mind of his, identifying a small piece in a puzzle that had yet to be discovered. At the moment this was just a piece of sky, but soon would come the edges, and then the bigger picture would start to reveal itself. As befitting his standing, Rook moved in certain higher circles as it was, but Samuel was more than aware that when together with these other young men, upstanding though they were, the activities could be somewhat undistinguished. Whilst this meeting initially was to trial young Rook with potential mate, perhaps it would instead lead to involving him with more favourable companions. Samuel felt he had quite elitist tastes when it came to social obligations, but he knew that Cassius’ opinions were on another level. If he approved of the Darayu’s, then that was a good enough appraisal for him.

A smirk danced across the Corellian’s face at Cassius’ sly little hint. The younger man knew full well of Samuel’s ambitions, it was not like it was some great secret after all. This blossoming new friendship was certainly a gateway into new and exciting opportunities as far as his own aspirations were concerned. ”The young prince is a smart boy, Cassius. His choice of studies is hardly a surprise, Rook has quite a future ahead of him.” Samuel patted his nephew gently on the shoulder, an almost absentminded show of familiarity. He really did enjoy the company of this boy, more so than he did Miriam’s other children at any rate. Every compliment he threw the way of Rook was not a lie, nor an exaggeration, but rather with the sincerity of a proud uncle. And Samuel was more than happy to show him off to his new friend ”It seems that we are coming to the end of our tour, we just have one last thing for you to see Cassius. The Queen’s greenhouse is the envy of the galaxy, and she is proud of every specimen she handpicked and grew here herself. Rook, if you do not mind showing our guest the wonders on offer, then we shall dine.” They had paused outside of the greenhouse, allowing Samuel to launch into his small monologue lauding the royal family, and more specifically Miri. Whilst he himself was not much of a green fingered enthusiast, he could not help but appreciate anything crafted by his sister’s hand. Perhaps it was why he was so fond of the boy.

Samuel was happy enough to allow Rook to take over the little expedition at this juncture, hence his invitation. This did not mean that he was going to pass up the chance to stamp down his authority on the situation once more, just in case the young Prince did indeed begin to get ahead of himself. He would always need his Uncle Samuel.

[Meira]

Rook nodded his head in agreement as the two older men discussed meeting arrangements with the artist Cassius had mentioned. A trip to Coruscant, an art gallery, an arranged meeting with a promising young artist; it was all agreed upon so eagerly. Rook knew that his near future would certainly involve a crash course in the artist's work so as not to be embarrassed when the whole trip actually occurred. He was fine with this if it meant he could get away from the palace, from his family, for a few days. He'd tag along with his uncle, playing his part. Surely he'd be rewarded with a Coruscant adventure of his own.

They arrived at the green house entrance and Samuel asked Rook to lead this portion of the tour. Rook nodded his head to his uncle, accepting the burden. Like the history of the Veln Tree, Rook had the standard speech of the green houses memorized. He turned toward Mr. Liviana with his shoulders square and his hands clasped behind his back.

"The palace green houses," he began, with a clear voice, "have been part of the grounds for many generations. Previously, they housed only certain varieties of Corellian roses, the gold being a family favorite." He turned, guiding their guest toward the door.

"Recently, however, my mother has expanded the number of specimens grown here to include a tour of Corellian flora. The green houses now host specimens of our planet's most unique plants."

Just as Rook reached to activate the switch to open the door, it opened of its own accord. From within, a man dressed in sturdy groundskeeper attire emerged. A wide brimmed hat his his downward cast face as he moved through the door and then stopped abruptly at the sight of feet before him. Slowly, the man lifted his head and shock registered across his features as he recognized the prince and Royal Adviser.

"Begging your pardon, your grace." he said, quickly snatching his hat from his head, leaving grey wisps of hair to hover over a balding spot. He bowed his head, first to Rook and then his uncle. "We just began the watering cycles. You'll be soaked through if you enter now. Our apologies. We did not know there was a guest here today."

Rook's eyes darted toward his uncle in a brief moment of uncertainty before quickly regaining his wits. "That's quite alright." he replied to the man before nodding his dismissal. The man bowed again to the three and turned to leave along a small path to the side of the green house. Rook turned back to his uncle and their guest with an apologetic smile.

"Perhaps after dinner?" he suggested.

[Poludnica]

There was something discomforting in a fact there were noble children so much more…adequate than his own daughter. Rook seemed like a polite young man, that needed a bit of a push toward proper political views but shaped up to be an asset for his uncle. Cassius was glad Danica feigned sickness, she might have bad influence on the prince - something the CEO wouldn’t admit to but Samuel sensed it. For sure. ”I will make proper arrangements.” The dark haired man said, ending the topic on this noncommittal promise.

”I am sure of it, high intellect runs in your family.” Cassius said with a chuckle, knowing Samuel enough to know what compliments the politician liked. It wasn’t a lie, the Corellian was one of the smartest, most cunning creatures he knew. Cassius could only guess what power Samuel could have hold if handled the Force. The Corellian didn’t need fancy tricks to be a dangerous enemy that shaped environment around him effortlessly and indirectly - An ambitious eminence grise. The Livco CEO liked it.

When he heard the word ‘greenhouse’, Cassius’s groaned inwardly but tried not to show the rude reaction. His eyes were already bloodshot and watery; nose was swollen. The terrible weakness he could never mask nor get rid of: frequent allergies. Some doctors who had tried to deal with it blamed the pure parentage or sheltered upbringing. Cassius fired every single one of them - Danica, the weak, flaky child with easily bruised skin was free of that menace. ”They are certainly worth seeing.” Cassius said, swallowing whatever gathered in his throat. He could ask about a reprieve from this tour but his high born pride didn’t let him to show such weakness.

Oh how relieved Cassius was when the servant they met explained the gardens were off limits. The CEO even flashed him a brief smile. ”Another time.” Liviana patriarch added quickly, maybe even too quickly and swallowed a sneeze. Postponing the visit even till evening would give him a chance to find some antihistamines. Avoiding small embarrassment was sometimes more difficult than easily deflected scandals.