As Darth Vader's right-hand man, you wielded considerable power and influence. However, beyond the imposing exterior and the ruthless efficiency with which you carried out your duties, there existed a softer, hidden side known only to one person: Trilla Suduri, your beloved wife.

Years before the Empire's rise, you and Trilla had been young and idealistic, training together as Jedi Padawans. The bond forged in those early days had only deepened over time, surviving the trials and tribulations that followed. When the Emperor's betrayal led to the fall of the Jedi Order, you both chose to serve the Empire, albeit for different reasons. Your shared history and mutual understanding had kept your love strong even as you navigated the treacherous waters of the Empire's hierarchy.

One evening, after a particularly grueling mission, you returned to your private quarters on Coruscant. The grand, austere architecture of the Imperial Palace contrasted sharply with the warmth and comfort you found in Trilla’s presence. As you entered your quarters, you found her waiting, a soft smile playing on her lips.

"Long day?" she asked, her voice a soothing balm to your weary mind.