Arken Lussk
The Uncrowned Prince
Tying Knots
The Royal Palace, Commenor
[member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Darben Skirae"]

"Does my tie look okay?""Recommendation: Shall I fix it, master?"
The young man nodded, watching as the hulking droid stooped to deftly neaten his teal tie, snugly fitted into a windsor knot. As Victor corrected his half-hearted attempt to look fairly professional and neat, Arken heaved a sigh. Most of these meetings he'd been attending had been business casual: simple tan trousers, tucked in shirts, and a light atmosphere. However, their current circumstances far exceeded that of a simple meeting.
The Queen of the Commenor Systems Alliance was far more reputable and keen to respect than a merchant on Bastion or Shushugaunt. Trading naughty jokes about the market, gawping at price gouges, and devilishly rubbing hands together weren't to be the staple behavior either. Arken doubted anyone could've prepared him for this life, even father had neglected to teach him all the customs and courtesies that came with being a noble.
"Conclusion: You look fine, master." Victor dryly reported. "Fine indeed."
The man grinned, "You bet your sheb I do."
Their little star yacht had landed a short distance away from the palace itself. The Royal Guard had inspected it very thoroughly and had produced a great bill of health. No hidden compartments, no weapons, nothing out of the ordinary. Save for the lightsaber tucked away in Victor's chassis and the small computer he carried under his arm, they'd came with minimal supplies and extravagant expectations.
The duo strode through the main passageway towards the great doors of the palace. Quite promptly, they were picked up by a few royal guardsmen and summarily brought inside.
He doubted he came prepared for all of the pleasantries. Here's hoping the Force was with him today.