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jenqoj Manor

Ancestral Estate of the House of Torlek: Qova Domain, Qo'noS

Stardate: 54976.8

A fire roared on the hearth in the Tigranians' private apartment. He sat on the end of the bed staring into the flames. Tigranian took a final sip from a goblet of bloodwine and threw it on the ground. It clattered across the stone floor and came to a rest next to the steps leading up to the balcony. He briefly contemplated walking outside for some night air, but soon turned back to the flames. On the bed behind him, Laria sighed as she put Rijo off to the side. Then, she crawled up behind her husband and wrapped her legs around his waist.

"You're worried about meeting with the Chancellor and High Council tomorrow, aren't you?" she said resting her head on his shoulder. Tigranian buried his face in her long, fragrant hair.

"Yes…" he replied tersely. Laria put her arms over his shoulders and then kissed his cheek.

"Torlek has heard you and he supports you…"

She kissed his neck next.

"You're a good man, Daniel. You're an honorable man. They know that when you speak, it's for something that you truly believe in. If the members of the High Council are worth anything, that means they will hear you too."

Then, she kissed his bare shoulders. For a moment, he smiled at the wonderful feeling of her embrace. Then, he quickly grew somber again as doubt forced its way back inside his mind.

"But what if they don't?" he asked. "What if I fail?"

Laria leaned back and looked him in the face.

"Then we will do whatever it takes to spread Rellas' message," she said firmly. "I'll stand on a street corner in the First City with a hand-written sign screaming like a mad woman if that's what it takes," she laughed. "He gave you faith in your darkest hours on Dacen. He kept you alive long enough for me to find you. For that, I owe him everything."

Tigranian stared into her eyes as the firelight glistened across them. They were so beautiful and hypnotic. Her gaze captivated his soul and seemed to whisper that everything would be alright because she was still here. She was still with him. He was not alone.

"What?" Laria finally asked. Tigranian seemed transfixed as he looked back at her. "Do I have some gagh in my teeth or something?"

"I love you…" he whispered.

"I love you too, Daniel," she replied shaking her head.

"No, you don't understand," he replied, "You're my point of light. You're the sun that I orbit around. You're the star that I set my course with," he said softly. "I can't imagine one heart beat without you. Taking one breath without you would seem like a task even Kahless himself couldn't accomplish. All of this," he said waving his arm around the room, "the house, the money, the titles, even being called a 'Klingon warrior'," he said shaking his head. "It's all meaningless without you at my side. I love you, Laria."

At first, she didn't say anything. Then, she leapt forward and dove into his embrace. They kissed passionately for a few moments before Tigranian lifted her up and placed her down on the klongat fur behind them. He moved his lips from her mouth down to her neck. Then, he moved down to her shoulders. Finally, his mouth moved even lower.

Laria breathed in deeply as she began to unfasten his trousers…


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