Heir of Mandalore

Prologue

"Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde." The two Mandalorians announced as one.

A simple translation: we are one when together, we are one when parted, we share all, and we will raise warriors. In a sense, this is more than a vow of love but a vow of loyalty. Mandalorians treat this with meaning. The joining of two clans is a promise that two hearts gladly make, a promise to be tender, to help, to give, and to take. It is to show how much care and trust is put into place. The love upon their wedding ceremony will grow throughout their lives and build upon that moment when they become riduur bal riduur, husband, and wife. Mand'alor Bo Katan Kryze of House Kryze and Din Djarin of Clan Mudhorn.

A feast was held in honor of their uniting, music filling the throne room with its lovely harmony, and drinking ne'tra gal became a contest. The two warriors set out towards the balcony for fresh air. The stars sparkled over the newly fastened planet. Din rested his hands upon the railing leaning slightly forward. His helmet overlooked the scenery. Bo followed suit, taking her helmet off and holding it in her hands. "Still don't want to rule Mandalore?" she teased.

"I'll tolerate being by your side for the time being." Din continued staring off into the distance.

"You sound as if you're leaving."

"Where would I go? Everything I have is here."

"You could have easily left off world with the kid." Bo shrugged, "Lived a peaceful life somewhere in the galaxy."

"I'm a Mandalorian. Peace is rare."

"Yeah. My sister understood the term peace whereas I enjoyed the aspect of battle." she shook her head, "I wish I was good at something other than war. The same goes for our people."

The two were swallowed by silence as they gazed out at the stars. Bo took a glimpse at Din. His armor was renewed with hues of gold colliding with silver and his crimson cape drifted in the wind. "You are," he spoke up, drawing Bo's attention. "We are. War is inevitable for our kind but our crafts are just as important and your leadership was key. Look at what our people were capable of building under your rule. Look at all the armor we were able to forge with your relighting of the forge.''

"You flatter me," she uttered sarcastically.

"Mandalorians developed a legendary reputation of fear across the galaxy as warriors and conquerors." Din shifted his head to face Bo. "Those in the galaxy forget that we're more than just fighters. Our people are inventive. Language, art, laws, and so much more. You don't see it because you are focused on the negative aspect of Mandalorians. Your head is stuck in the past and if you are to be Mand'alor, focus on the needs that are presented in the here and now."

Bo was slightly stunned by his words. What he said was true and it was hard to forget. "I'm surprised you didn't want the occupation of ruling. You're quite the speaker." She worked on changing the subject.

"I have more pressing matters."

"Oh?"

"Raising Grogu and fulfilling my role as a riduur."

"Yeah," Bo smirked. "Grogu might not be the only kid you'll end up raising."

"Don't rush."

Bo laughed, patting his shoulder. "We'll see. We'll see."

Years drifted by and the royal couple slowly became a royal family. Grogu was proud to accept the role of big brother as a baby boy brought into the world. The family brought the youngling down to the Living Waters for their Armorer to baptize. Mandalorian warriors gathered to experience the royal son's immersion of The Way. "What is the child's name?" the Armorer questioned.

"Eros." Bo gazed down at the child in her arms.

"Eros." the Armorer repeated.

They walked down the steps into the Living Waters where the Armorer dipped a wooden bowl into the water. "Mand'alor Bo Katan of Clan Kyzre and Consort Din Djarin of Clan Mudhorn, are you willing to raise this youngling in the ways of Mandalore?"

"We are." Din gave a short nod.

"And you," she turned her attention to Grogu, "Are you willing to share your knowledge and stay loyal to your sibling?"

"I am." he bowed.

The Armorer tipped her gloved fingers into the bowl and wiped it gently on Eros' head. "Eros, son of Mandalore, will raise up as a mighty warrior and follow in the footsteps of his ancestors. This is the Way."

"This is the Way." Bo, Din, and Grogu stated.

"This is the Way." the crowd of Mandalorians echoed.

Eros did indeed train to become a warrior but during his free time, he became a little too rambunctious. Din and Bo had their hands full with raising Grogu and Eros but they didn't expect another.  A girl. Aeja.