Everyone adjourned to their rooms for a short rest before dinner. The Lycan in Xandar was already whimpering at the thought of parting with Lucianne.

“Do you mind if I kept you until dinner, Lucianne?” He asked nervously. He couldn’t remember the last time he was this nervous, if there was such a time in his past at all. He was a King, and before that he was the Crowned Prince. There was never really an occasion that he had to feel nervous about. Overwhelmed, yes, with rogue attacks. Fearful, perhaps, like when he was about to witness the death of his father. But never was he nervous.

Lucianne narrowed...