“I hope so. Even if you aren’t able to directly train, I’m still glad you’re here with me. Thank you for staying.” She squeezed his shoulder gently. “Let’s get some rest. It will be morning before you know it.” Kijani stepped into their meager tent. At the very least it was dry, and clean, and free of bugs. She could deal with the rest.

She did manage to fall asleep, but not stay asleep. Her communicator was beeping with a message, most likely the documents her father had sent. Some days she wished she could smash it into a wall and have some peace and quiet. But that was not the behavior for a well-heeled royal.

She opened up the documents and started to read them. “Let’s see what this Eskel Veruna is about.” The documents would contain a general profile, as well as some more personal data, and even rumors and gossip that had the most buzz. She had to know what she was getting into, of course. Whoever said there was no bad publicity never had a family crest.