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Posted March 16, 2023, 11:36 p.m. by Civilian Jal'na of House Duroc (Head of Physical Therapy - Sacred Heart Hospital) (Jennifer Ward)

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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

The trip to the venue was one of temptation, borderline frustration, and the slapping of hands… by both of them. The rest of the ‘wedding party’ followed and soon all arrived at the tavern.

Bouncers. Dozens of Bouncers were outside. Urg climbed out and stared at the group and then he helped Jal’na out. “Who is in charge?!” he bellowed. A beefy Andorian stepped forward in a nice suit and said “Lord Duroc. Lady Duroc. I am Fiss. I am the head of security for tonight. I want to star-” and Urg held up a hand to him. He leaned in and said “You are going to need sooo many more than you have to keep this from erupting.” and he clapped the blue-skinned Bouncer on the shoulder and laughed loudly as he took Jal’na past him and into the tavern.

Urg, Lord Duroc

Jal’na laughed with him and grinned, “That is not even enough for the medical contingent. The tavern may not still be standing by midnight.” Yavia might need her own string of bouncers. Alice, two of them. Jal’na walked beside him into the tavern. The bottom floor had several barrels of bloodwine ready to be cracked open, with trays of mugs near to hand, and two targs roasting on spits. From the smell there were more in the kitchen. There were so many people, official and not. The room was filled with many she recognized from House Duroc and others, some she knew and others not, in the armor of House Noggra. They all saluted as they passed. They made their toward the stairs to the left of the bar. Urg’s massive size cleared a path without even trying.

Jal’na, Lady Duroc

As they approached the stairs, two guards- one from House Duroc and one from House Noggra- saluted and the door opened. They climbed the stairs into the room overlooking the tavern so packed with well-wishers and guests. Urg looked at Jal’na and said “Well? Now is the time, my wife.” and he looked over the crowd and said “Who wishes to hear from Lady Duroc?!” and rhe crowd erupted in cheers. Urg turned and looked at Jal’na, a wicked gleam in his eye. “Speech! Speech! Speech!” he chanted and the crowd took up the chant.

Urg, Lord Duroc, soon-to-be-murdered husband of Jal’na

Murder, plain simple vengeful murder, over shadowed out right anxiety. Sneak away for time alone. Oh no he was going to have to work for that right. Speech? It was bad enough she had to speak on a whim with no time to prepare when he introduced her to his House. She had thought it might happen then. But now? Oh no she had no clue as to what to do. She was not meant to give great speeches or address crowds, no matter how much she loved him, that didn’t mean she knew what to do or say. She was deeply out of her depth. D@mn him it wasn’t funny.

Her nails bit deeply into the soft flesh of her palms. A flash of something metallic across the room caught her eye. A bald-headed woman, with startlingly blue eyes was waving a spoon at her. Next to her a grey haired woman winked at her. Next to them was a small group of other women, alternating ‘fanning’ themselves and eating ice cream. Jal’na threw head back and laughed loudly. “Well look at him. He is a wise and thoughtful man and a warrior the likes that has not been seen in centuries. He is a man who earned the title of Lord. He is a man worthy of being called husband. Why would I not love him?” That earned resounding cheers.

Then from that same corner came, “And he won the CHALLENGE!!!” Shrine cackled. There was laughter, “By your own words Lady Duroc, he is an excellent story teller!” Sharah added. “That’s right, she said she could listen to him all night!” That was Jessie.

Yavia winked at her, “I want to hear the story from, Lord Duroc! How he won!” That started its own chant. Jal’na could hug them. They were putting her in the spot but in a way she was familiar with, and helping her tell the story, just a little. “It is true, he is a much better story teller than I am,” and she laughed but gave him a wicked glare.

Jal’na, Wife of a soon-to-be-dead husband

Urg smiled at her and leanned in. “One thing to remember wife… the Storyteller makes the history.”

Jal’na grinned, “You have already made history, husband. Why would I not trust you to do so now? You would not dishonor me in the telling.”

He walked to the railing and raised his hands for quiet. When the cheering had stopped, he began…

“It was here… in this very spot where I stand that I realized Jal’na was fated to be mine. I had asked her to dine with me a few days before when she and Doctor Fayth had come to the Duroc grounds. Jal’na, for all her fierceness, seemed daunted… but she agreed.” He looked at her sideways and grinned. “When the day came I was fully prepared for her to cancel. But, swallowing her apprehension, she showed up. Now, I could tell she was nervous…” and he looked at her and smiled.

Urg, Liar Duroc

Jal’na barked a laugh. “Bah! Cautiously curious is more like it. We are Klingons! Even by our standards the rumors called him crazy and needlessly violent.” Jal’na’s smile was ferral, “I was right too, those were only cowardly rumors spread by men not brave enough to face him.”

Jal’na, Lady Duroc


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