Bo-katan
Castle Kryze felt desolate. Empty and almost dead, with only the breeze sneaking in to reverberate against the walls covered in carved stone murals. Bo-Katan already knew them by heart, the stories of brave warriors—of trials and tribulations, of triumph and love. Bo-Katan had once tasted all that, with her own battles conquered and crushed, all for the sake of her people. For the sake of Mandalore. Now, Bo-Katan was miserable. Discouraged, she had retreated to Castle Kryze to spend her days doing... what? There was no longer an Empire to subdue, his forces had scattered across the galaxy to fight their own battles, to savor their own triumph in a golden cup, while hers had long since been spoiled to dust. The hope of his people, the hope destined to restore glory to Mandalore... What a joke. His hands lay empty of the dark saber; their efforts had been lost in whispers
About Bo-katan
Castle Kryze felt desolate. Empty and almost dead, with only the breeze sneaking in to reverberate against the walls covered in carved stone murals. Bo-Katan already knew them by heart, the stories of brave warriors—of trials and tribulations, of triumph and love. Bo-Katan had once tasted all that, with her own battles conquered and crushed, all...Read more