Nikki did not want to be there. Even attempting to eat the food in front of her made her want to throw up. This man killed her people; the proof was in the paintings on the walls. He probably had pieces of their hair as mementos somewhere around the castle. The town probably rejoiced upon their victorious soldiers returning from battle (what was left of them); and now the man that could make her weak-kneed and shiver was someone of the same blood line, a son and their prince none-the-less.

“The Guardians saved me from a killer and I’m just looking to get dropped off at their next stop.” She said softly, talking more to the plate then to their host. She couldn’t be grateful for the meal, she couldn’t be happy that Quill found his home and she was using all of her will power not to stab their host with the butter knife. She gently cut into the food with a grace and elegance befitting a royal but it was making her sick just to do so. She didn’t want to eat the food, she didn’t want to be in a palace and if she didn’t have respect for the Guardians she would just steal their ship and leave without looking back.

This was the most awkward dinner ever and while she wanted to leave and hide away in the ship, she kept her eye on Peter, hoping was doing alright…