Ah…Royalty felt good. Charlotte was dressed in an elaborate gown in her throne room aboard the Ascension. She was utterly please with herself. Commenor was a boon to her growing kingdom. The fortress world possess military might and acumen that fit perfectly alongside the Consortium. Already they were forming a beautiful partnership. The Governor being beautiful himself didn’t hurt. The Free Worlds slowly consolidated their governing structure just as she hoped and this mess with the Killik was causing galactic chaos. A perfect time to climb the galactic hierarchy. Who could focus on her when the galaxy at large burned. War created opportunity. The Sith had gifted her with another.
Cassian Graves was dead. King Hakan was dead. Onderan was set to crown a prince with little experience ruling. Her next-door neighbor, a world used to monarchy, was in flux. A perfect time for a visit from the Queen Mother…come to pay her respects as the month of mourning ended. The Ascension slipped from hyperspace. Charlotte was quietly shuffled from her onboard throne to the waiting Royal shuttle. Her Chume’doro forming up around her. Charlotte let a predatory smile spread across her face. She had to be careful. She knew that. But cowards were never rewarded. The Hapan Noble had spent too many wasting what she had taken. Her confusion on how to parley that into power within the Empire remain. Thoughts for another time Charlotte. She would unravel that knot.
The shuttle sped towards Onderon’s Royal Palace in Iziz. Her presence of course having already been announced. Where else did a Queen pay their respects besides the palace? And to who else besides the future king? The shuttle ramp lowered, and she walked into the humid jungle air. Her face, her blood red and shimmering gold gown, her perfect steps were all the image of regal power. Time to work.