Mayor Tyran Amadala looked down the table at his children from over The One Eye Press, a newspaper that reveled in the piratical ways they still kept up to a moderate degree. So far two of the four mayors were still feuding over some small misunderstanding. He sighed, that would have to be delt with before someone went too far. "I see Mayor Treasure's son has emptied out his father's treasure vault." He smirked as his six year old son groaned with a pathetic gaging sound. While his 18 year old daughter stuck out her tongue at him from across the table. A knock at the dinning hall door interrupted the scene.
"Come in Myia." Tyran said slightly bewildered, as none of his staff ever needed to knock."Excuse me sir, but there is a young lady at the door wishing to talk to Lady Rheya privately." Rheya stiffened. "There are no secrets in this house or between any of us. I will not start now." Myia bowed to her and moved to the side, allowing Rose to usher the woman into their presents.
Tryan Jr. had gone utterly still only moments before Myia had knocked. His seer's eye catching only what he could see in his water glass. A new mother! His hands slipped into his pocket, finding the round container that held his most prized bug. His little legs playfully kicked as he waited anxiously. Then Rose ushered the young woman into their presents. Her condition beyond a shadow of doubt. "This is Cara Willdrow." Rheya felt as if her heart had been tossed out into the eternal cold of space. As Rose closed the door, it flung open. Oron's wild eyes locked onto the girl. Tyran cocked his still working antique six shooter pistol, which made the intruder heel. "You can't believe anything she says. She'll lie and then try to blackmail you." Tyran chuckled. "We're pirates, Oron. No matter how far down we have to dig, it's what we will always be. I would expect nothing less. That and I've had people watching."
"Papa!" Rheya exclaimed. Rose tsked her once ward. "Hush child! Your father knows his business." Oron's face paled only slightly, turning to Rheya he said. "What do you believe?" Rheya looked to her little brother. She had always suspected that he had received their mother's fatal gift. For on the day she'd died he'd begun to wail uncontrollably. Papa had never said much either way, but he would always slide a glance towards his son when deciding any major issue. Ty blushed happily towards the young woman. Rheya nodded to herself. "I believe we will take a pause in our preparations. When the child is born and tested we shall see if you are indeed the father. If you are not, she will be exiled and the child be given to a childless couple. Until then I and my family will accompany father on his campaign stops."
Oron bowed low to her good sense. Already his mind turning on what could happen while she was away. "We of course will be taking Cara along." Her to be former suitor became ramrod straight at that possibility. "But why? There is no need. You could put her in Rose's care while you are gone." At this Rose hrmphed.
"And who would take care of my darlings while they were out?" Oron growled at the servant. To which Rheya took deep offense.
"It would seem I have misjudged your character, Oron Treasure."