Posted March 16, 2023, 2:47 p.m. by Civilian Jal'na of House Duroc (Head of Physical Therapy - Sacred Heart Hospital) (Jennifer Ward)
Posted by Civilian Urg’tohn, Son of the House of Duroc (Klingon Warrior) in tlhIngan tIq
Posted by Civilian Jal’na of House Duroc (Head of Physical Therapy - Sacred Heart Hospital) in tlhIngan tIq
Posted by Civilian Urg’tohn, Son of the House of Duroc (Klingon Warrior) in tlhIngan tIq
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Two hours later a pacified, only by her mother, Jal’na, First Lady of House Duroc, was as ready as she could manage. Her hair was loose except for three small braided loops the tamed her hair slightly. She wore a deep red heavy satin dress covered sparingly in intricate black lace appliques. It was a high necked halter style bodice with an open décolletage. It left her arms and shoulders bare, the scars Urg left on her wrist clearly visible. She rubbed them absently as if they might summon him. The only other thing she wore was the medallion with the crest of House Duroc and Kvaar’ton.Her parents declared they were very pleased to be able to attend their feast and that they would be staying. Her father had already spoken with her brother and he and his mate would come to Oed as well. They waited the conference room, Jal’na seated near the fire place, her parents exchanging a knowing look behind her back. Jal’na tried to convince herself she would rather stay home. It was not true nor convincing. She was far too happy to miss tonight with Urg.
Jal’na, bride of Urg
The door to the conference room opened and Urg’tohn, Son of House Duroc and Chosen of Kvaar’ton the Builder entered.
If he could look more imposing than he normally did, he most certainly did at that moment. Dressed in a scaled black leather chestpiece with blood-red accents underneath and matching pants and gauntlets; he seemed to be the very embodiment of House Duroc. Yet when his eyes fell on Jal’na, he stopped dead 8n his tracks and just stared. “Never in my all my days have I seen anything more beautiful than you…” he said with all the sincerity a being like Urg could muster.
Urg, Lord Duroc
In the way of old people and parents, the galaxy over, who like theatrics Gayra and Ch’rath watched long enough to be satisfied and then quietly exited the room. With the door shut they wagered on whether or not Jal’na and Urg would even make it to the celebration. They shared knowing smiles remembering their own celebration so many years ago.
Jal’na had stood when she heard the door open. She stared at Urg, “Nor I a more magnificent warrior.” She moved in front of him, clasping his arms below his elbows and put slight pressure so he would bend down to her. She pressed her ridges to his. “I love you, Urg’tohn, Son of House Duroc and Chosen of Kvaar’ton the Builder. It is my greatest honor to be your wife.”
Jal’na, Lady Duroc
Urg 8nhaled her scent and growled, low and rumbling. “Wife… if you do not release me this instant… we will not be going anywhere except that table.” and he grinned.
Jal’na’s nostriles flared, and she breathed deeply if his scent. An answering growl issued forth on jer exhale, “I would be most agreeable to seeing if the new table is sturdier than the old one.” She kissed him, ending it with a brief bite and stepped away. “But if you insist I release you…” She grinned at him and walked toward the door.
A few moments later the door opened and Urg and Jal’na stepped into the hall. Urg looked at Gayra and Ch’rath, and a few of the guards, all of whom were grinning knowing grins. “WHAT?! Oh, to the Nine Hells with the lot of you. Grow up.” he barked and started stomping down the hall as a small ripple of laughter escaped various throats.
Urg, Lord Duroc
Jal’na rolled her eyes, which got more laughter, especially from her mother, as the younger woman was forced to lengthen her pace in order to match Urg’s much longer stride. It really wasn’t that difficult except for the mounds of fabric. Jal’na often wore the sweeping garments common in Klingon dress, there was just so much of it. It wasn’t practical. But tonight wasn’t about practicality, so she would enjoy it. Besides, despite Kleing’s advice, Jal’na could pick her own clothes just fine. Urg liked it. Jal’na chuckled and glanced up at him, “We should make them walk and keep the car to ourselves.”
Jal’na, Lady Duroc
Urg grinned without looking down. “If we do that, we will cause a wreck. I can promise you that will happen. But…”and he opened the door and ushered her outside, “… I will wager you that there is a point in time when we can slip away from the celebration unnoticed and spend some quality time with one another.”
Urg, Lord Duroc… and Husband of Jal’na
Stepping out the door, Jal’na’s laughter carried back inside making everyone else wonder what they were talking about. “I can guarantee there will be. Alice has known an entire week that this is happening. If she hasn’t managed to arrange it, we will have to eat overcooked, charred Terran steak,” and she shuddered. “And if we do not manage to sneak out I will never hear the end of it from the hospital staff. They will have nothing to discuss over wine and ice-cream.” She laughed again. As happy as having her parents there made her, in the last week Jal’na missed her friends. House Noggra had been good to her and were family, but Sacred Heart was her House just as much as Duroc was. She ducked into the car growling softly as she did so. “That time cannot come quickly enough.”
Jal’na, wife of Urg’tohn
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