Freyr went with the flow through customs, taking her jabs and questions with a smile. She had been in multiple briefings with the captain and her senior staff, where they’d made it clear that they were guests on Rothia. If their hosts were keen to proceed through a rigamarole before ferrying them to their next destination, so be it. Eventually they were ushered into waiting shuttles and powered toward the surface. 

Pretty much everyone packed against the windows and chattered noisily as Threria came into view. Freyr muscled herself toward a porthole next to Masgard and took in the long, non-linear skyscrapers and gorgeous mountains in the background. “So, have you brushed up on your Rothian law?” Freyr asked, pausing to watch his exquisite bearded face. He laughed. “Don’t get me started on Rothian law. I hope you’re on your best behaviour.” He wiggled his eyebrows, making her blush.

After a little while, Freyr felt the shuttle slow and they came in to land atop one of the city’s upper platforms. As they turned to park, she could see another shuttle close behind them, which must have contained the captain and her staff.