Posted by Civilian Jal’na of House Duroc (Head of Physical Therapy - Sacred Heart Hospital) in tlhIngan tIq
Jal’na stood beside Urg’tohn waiting for the shuttle from the IKS Gohl to dock. She wore a simple high necked dress in subdued earth tones. She kept her hands firmly by her sides resisting the urge to flex them. Would Lord Noggra come himself? Perhaps out of respect for Urg and their alliance? She didn’t know. She had of course contacted her parents and asked them to come, but she didn’t know if they would leave their Q’onoS. Perhaps her brother might.

Jal’na was nervous, she would admit to herself, though her outward demeanor would not hint at such. Though Urg had an uncanny way of seeing inside her and speaking what he saw. It had been a week that she would never forget. Guards and staff and ground cars and she still had yet to chose an aide. If she could avoid it, she would. Then there was shopping for clothes she didn’t need but was told she did, and the auction and the medalion she couldn’t quite get used to, and what happened when Urg put it on her. She didn’t think about that though. Jal’na thought she would go crazy if she did.

Apparently she had ‘training’ and armor and weapons to ‘look forward to’. Of course the only thing she cared about in all of this, Urg was her husband. That made all the rest worth it. There had been very little work for the exceptional PT this week. She was ready to return to being Dr Jal’na, but she would never be just Jal’na again. From now on she was Jal’na, wife of Urg’tohn, Lord Duroc, and even though she never wished for such she was also Lady Duroc.

Jal’na, bride of Urg

Urg stood next to her, watching the shuttle approach the massive shuttlebay of the IKS Kvaar’ton. He was dressed in his usual House armor and cloak, and he looked down at his wife. “Relax, my bride. It is not you who should be nervous.” and he chuckled a low rumble of a chuckle.

The shuttle came through the field separating ship from space and slowly settled on the deck.

Urg, Lord Duroc