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Sunlight flitted through the window of the cabin window and landed on Malavai's sleeping face. He turned away from the obnoxious light and reached across the bed, but found it to be cold. The man stirred in confusion, opening his eyes to look about the room. His wife hadn't been kidding when she said she'd found a luxury cabin for their honeymoon. It was nestled in the Alderaanian mountains, overlooking Castle Panteer, and was unreachable by anything other than Thranta. Still in a daze from sleep, Malavai ran a hand through his unusually messy black hair, mussing it further. He was about to roll over and return to sleep when a loud crash echoed through the house, causing him to jerk awake and promptly fall out of the large bed.
"Oh kriffing kriff!" The captain cursed to himself before quickly grabbing his blaster and, dressed in nothing but a pair of hastily pulled on boxers, rushed down the stairs and into the kitchen where the noise originated from. There, in the small but rather luxuriously furnished kitchen, stood his wife. Isbalaa, while on the short and slim side, was actually a very toned woman, more of a swimmer or a runner than a bodybuilder. Her short brown curls were pulled back from her face with a looped golden headband that exposed her blood red sith tattoos on her forehead along with a small beaded ornament that sat on her brow. Her skin was pale, almost like snow, and deep piercing brown eyes stared back at Malavai with a frightened doe look to them. She wore nothing but a thin nightgown of shimmersilk that hugged her middle and chest but flowed past her feet and a similar shawl draped over her slender arms.
"Oh come on!" The sith cried in exasperation, throwing her hands into the air, and with it a torrent of flour. The kitchen was a complete mess, flour all over the place, bowls full of half mixed batter on the island, a pan of melted butter sat on the stove, and egg shells in the sink clogging the drain. Isbalaa hung her head with a sigh before continuing. "...I wanted to surprise you..." Then Malavai noticed there were papers, actual kriffing papers on the floor, when he picked one up, he realized they were recipes. When blue eyes connected with brown again his wife's eyes dropped to the ground.
"I was gonna make you Queen Cakes... my family's recipe... It's kind of a tradition on my mom's side. She made them for my father the first morning of their marriage and her mom before her, for so many generations it was written on paper. I don't even know how old this stuff is..." The blaster that had been hanging at the man's side dropped to the floor as he knelt in front of his new wife, clasping her hands in his.
"My love, this is the sweetest thing anyone has every done for me. I don't care if they didn't turn out just as you planned, the fact that you, my beautiful sith warrior wife decided to try something as terribly domestic as cooking is utterly baffling." Malavai rose to his feet and scooped up the petite brunette into his arms and spun her around before planting a loving kiss onto her lips.
"Oh what would I do without you?" She murmured, a big, bright smile blooming across her features.
"Probably destroy the galaxy with your immense fury most likely." Isbalaa's husband replied with a chuckle, to which she replied with a loud bout of laughter herself.
"C'mon darling, let's put that beautiful smile to work somewhere else hmm?"