Authors Note : Don't try to predict when new chapters will come you'll drive yourself insane. R&R
"Umm. Hello I'm Zachary Thomas Byford padawan of the late Jedi Master Etain," I say in my best diplomat voice (which is not very good at all) "You may call me Zach."
"Hello...Zach. You must bathe to rid you of the overland scent."
"What is to come of my clothes."
"They are to be burned."
"What!? My clothing is a symbol of my status as a Jedi. Please do not burn them."
"I will address the council on that, but you must bathe." she motions to a male nearby, " Mareth take him to the nearest tub."
"she seems a little young to be a queen." It was really more of a question.
"She is only fourteen," He says stopping in front of a doorway, " In here is a bath I will stand out here if you need me."
When I walk in I can't help but compare it to a locker room. The bath is so deep it almost swallows me whole but it is so relaxing on my tense muscles after a big day. When I get out I find a set of silken clothes. Mareth takes me to my room in a rather remote part of the palace. There I find my original clothes that I decide to store in a dresser, because I have had such a big day as soon as my head hits the pillow I conk out, maybe a little sooner.