Her focus was fading in and out of the conversation. Re-Han's voice droned on about zoning ordinances for the school they had been building. Bo-Katan's eyes were beginning to glaze over watching the rhythmic tapping of her own fingers on the agenda that lay in front of her. This was the last item and then she could leave and sit in her room in silence. A sharp kick to her shin jolted her attention back to the meeting. The armorer who was seated next to her motioned her head to Re-Han who obviously had asked a question that Bo-Katan hadn't heard.

"Sorry! So so sorry. Could you repeat that last bit?" Bo-Katan requested.

"We do have one more item that didn't make it onto the agenda that we would like to discuss with you. It was a matter that only came up in your absence. Do you have time?" Ask Re-Han.

Bo-Katan clicked her tongue. "Well if it is a matter of urgency, please continue." She said still embarrassed that she let her mind drift earlier.

"We believe that we have found a solution to our problem of the friction between clans..." Re-Han trailed off seeming uneasy about the topic.

"Well, that's fantastic, I will support any efforts towards a path where we are unified in harmony." She chirped.

Seeing the look on the faces of the council she started to regret her words, perhaps not knowing the weight of what she just said. The council was made up of 14 individuals, with members from each clan representing the concerns of each group fairly. The two largest groups are the nite owls and Din Djarin's tribe. Everyone's gaze ventured to anywhere else but Bo-Karan's eyes.

"So...the council has belabored this discussion profusely. Just please take into consideration that we understand the gravitas of the situation and how it could present problems of its own. However, we really do think that it is a step towards a unified future and that you, our fearless an- and, and ever adjusting leader, could find a way to make a positive spin on the arrangement." Re-Han said as though he had a knife to his throat.

"Go on..." Bo-Katan said, she really just wanted this to be done quickly and be out of her armor.

"Well, you've been of age for a while and you rule the throne alone..."

The actual fuck, did he just call her old??

"We believe that if you were to take a partner from one of the larger clans it would send a stronger message of compliance and goodwill amongst all."

The armorer slid a small drive in front of Bo-Katan's papers.

"We've compiled a list of the eligible bachelors that we felt would make a good match for as a partner and a companion to lead with." Said the armorer.

Bo-Karan's mouth was so dry and her brain was trying so hard to come up with some kind of an answer that would be more appropriate than 'Are you out of your fucking mind?'

"Please review the file of candidates. We would be satisfied if you could give us an answer by the end of tomorrow so that we can start making arrangements for the upcoming...collaboration."

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Was all she could think. Being a warrior was not easy, becoming a warrior that lead a group of other warriors took talent. Ruling a world was difficult and to think of doing that with another person seemed like an awful idea that would take years to adjust to.

"I believe that the meeting has come to its natural end. I don't wish to speak for our ruler but it seems safe to say that the meeting is adjourned." Stated the ever-calm armorer.

Bo-Katan quickly stood upon hearing those words and began walking away.

"You are forgetting something." Said the armorer as she held out the drive.

"Right...sorry. I'll review this in my chamber." Said Bo-Katan and she took the drive and essentially jogged away.

Bo-Katan stood staring at the shower wall with a thousand thoughts racking her brain. It felt amazing to take a real shower but her heart was beating so fast. She sat on the floor and let the water fall over her head. She knew her sister wouldn't have had this any easier after falling in love with a Jedi, the council would've had so many problems with that. This was probably something that was inevitable but it had completely slipped her mind. Her family always talked about the great marriages that she and Satine would have and the lavish weddings but she felt relief thinking that at least her sister would've gone first and maybe her family would forget about their other daughter and let her simply be the warrior she wanted to be.

She brushed her fingers through her wet hair and gripped the ends of her locks. Maybe this wasn't completely awful. She didn't have to love her spouse nor did she have to really like them, they just had to be cordial and kind of get along. She could look for someone with similar views so they could be unified in front of the council. But...she did need to pick someone from a different clan that would probably have different views than she did. If they really didn't get along they could probably come to some sort of agreement to sit together on the thrones while she made the important decisions and perhaps her spouse could wave to the people. She pinched the bridge of her nose and closed her eyes, it was just a political alliance, she knows how to play nice; but could she do it for years?

After a deep sigh that came from the very core of her being. She stood up and turned the knob off the shower. She reapplied the soothing ointment Din Djarin had left in her bag on her wounds, it was cool on her skin. She smiled a little thinking about how kind he was to give her some of his stash, it probably wasn't easy to come by. On her nightstand she set the drive and activated it, holo images of candidates appeared. She wished her sister would've been there at that very moment, they could've sat in bed together and laughed as they went through the list. All candidates had a picture and a brief bio, of course in all pictures the suitors had their helmets on. She slumped onto her mattress and cuddled a small Ewok plushie that she had hidden under her pillows. 'Let's see how bad this is' she thought.

'Ardalan Mason; 34 years old; has a red helmet; enjoys cooking and baking when he isn't busy working as a surveyor to scout out safe areas for the Mandalorian people. Can play the lute and recite poems for the right girl that warms his heart.' Yuck, next. 'Juliana Ji; 40 years old; wears a blue helmet; been married once before and works as a teacher at one of the schools near the armory; enjoys playing board games.' Jeeze. 'Bert Bernard; 50 years old; orange helmet; lieutenant and avid advocate of increased programs for youth botany; enjoys quiet nights by a fire.' Okay, not horrible they could maybe be some things to agree on at least. 'Din Djar-' Bo-Katan paused. He was single so and established so it made sense for him to be in the mix of profiles but she hadn't really thought to expect him. 'Din Djarin; 40 years old; chrome helmet; father and warrior; enjoys working.' Bo-Katan nearly laughed at the simple profile before her, well if she picked him at least she wouldn't be marrying a complete stranger. She tensed, that was a strange thought to think of, marrying Din Djarin. She could probably count him as a friend but marrying him would change the comfortable relationship they had; she trusted him in battle but the court of Mandalore was different. She shook her head and went through the rest of the candidates.

It was the night of the next day. Bo-Katan sat with perfect posture at the head of the council table with a calm demeanor. If she could she would have slouched and bobbed her knees up and down in anxiety, but that wasn't the look of a ruler.

"Let us begin today's council meeting. It is a short agenda today. Perhaps we should start with our last order of business from yesterday's meeting?" Said Re-Han and everyone's gaze slowly turned to Bo-Katan.

"Of course, you must all be wondering the same thing so let's get this out of the way so that we can move on to other matters. I have chosen a candidate..."