panacea
Times were tense on Alderaan. The Sith dogged their borders. The Republic agreed to their membership, but had yet to secure the territory. And politics were as two-faced as they ever were. Even on Alderaan, which shone as a beacon of righteousness to many, there were always those looking to advance their wealth, their position, their power. It was the nature of this system they chose to maintain. And as much as Queen Amani loathed playing it, neglecting her responsibilities was not in the cards.
If anything, today had been a day of pleasant distractions. The Queen was holding court, and a long line of petitioners awaited to request her for aide, advice, or approval. All the while courtiers shuffled about, putting actions to her words while they whispered about the latest noble hearsay. Amani did her best to keep focus. One would think a Jedi better at such tests of patience, but the life of royalty is not what this Jedi loved. She served well enough, and largely had the support of the people in spite of her non-native status, but she still struggled with feelings of inadequacy and dissatisfaction. She had to assume it would all be put to the test before long.
"Next, please?" Amani said as the latest petitioner was sent away. Her voice, though soft, carried through the acoustics of the great hall, to a guard by the main door. He opened it as prompted, revealing the next individual come to see the Queen of Alderaan. She wondered would seek audience this time. A member of a royal house, come to arrange a familial alliance? A businessman seeking to expand into protected lands? Or perhaps an off-worlder, who might seek her out for any number of reasons...
If anything, today had been a day of pleasant distractions. The Queen was holding court, and a long line of petitioners awaited to request her for aide, advice, or approval. All the while courtiers shuffled about, putting actions to her words while they whispered about the latest noble hearsay. Amani did her best to keep focus. One would think a Jedi better at such tests of patience, but the life of royalty is not what this Jedi loved. She served well enough, and largely had the support of the people in spite of her non-native status, but she still struggled with feelings of inadequacy and dissatisfaction. She had to assume it would all be put to the test before long.
"Next, please?" Amani said as the latest petitioner was sent away. Her voice, though soft, carried through the acoustics of the great hall, to a guard by the main door. He opened it as prompted, revealing the next individual come to see the Queen of Alderaan. She wondered would seek audience this time. A member of a royal house, come to arrange a familial alliance? A businessman seeking to expand into protected lands? Or perhaps an off-worlder, who might seek her out for any number of reasons...
