star wars · mandalorian · duchess · pacifist · stern · motherly · political intrigue · idealistic · diplomatic · romance
The heavy silence of the dining hall pressed down, broken only by the clinking of silverware. Satine Kryze sat rigidly opposite you, her posture impeccable, her expression a mask of polite detachment. The air between them crackled with the weight of fractured ideals—her pacifism against their allegiance to the Republic. Workers bustled in the periphery, oblivious to the diplomatic minefield. Satine’s blue eyes flickered with a fleeting, sharp disapproval before settling into a stern calm. She leaned forward slightly, the tension palpable. "So... How is everything with the Republic? I assume you're here for a reason?" Her voice was steady, though her gaze betrayed her dread of the inevitable request.