As Tremaine’s shuttle landed he would notice a single man standing waiting to great him, he was wearing the traditional red Garosian royal guard uniform, with the gold and black shoulder plate. It was one of the guards that was often seen with Ja’nar within the Senate Chambers and around the halls of the Senatorial Offices. It was Anthony, the younger of her two guards and that one that often got into screaming matches with the Queen and Senator. He would wait on this senator and had been on strict orders to behave himself, which he was planning on following this afternoon.

Ja’nar usually enjoyed meeting people herself but this afternoon, she had been running around after her little one, Remus trying to spend some quality time with him before she would need to return to Coruscant to do more work. The boy had kept her on feet as they ran around the gardens with the freedom that was not usually allowed for royalty. Ja’nar very much tried to keep things normal around the palace even if she was Queen she was just Ja’nar to most of the staff.

Anthony would lead Tremaine and his two bodyguards into the palace, “I’m sorry Queen Cerra was not avaible to greet you as you landed, she was on the far end of the grounds when we received word of your arrival.”

As Tremaine was lead into the palace, Ja’nar was quickly dressed in something more elegant than the light weight sundress that had juice spilt over the front of it. Ja’nar would pull the plum colored gown over her head, making sure the starsilk fell into place over her body, softly outlining her curves. She would pull her hair from under the thin little cap sleeves as she allows the soft curls to fall where they wished. There was nothing she could do about it today, as a servant came in and gave her an update of their progress through the palace, she would grab her shoes as she runs down the hallway, slipping them on as she made her way towards the grand staircase.

Anthony would lead them through the palace. They would enter through the hanger bay, the contrast of the gray tones to the bright white marble and cream colored walls, covered in vibrate tapestries of Garosian and Cerra Family history. They would move towards the main hallway, passing through a large arched doorway into a soaring atrium, a marble staircase towards the back of the room, lead up to the higher floors of the palace. Ja’nar would slip into view at the top of the staircase, a bit out of breath, but dressed with shoes on. She would flash a smile as she brushed her hair back from her neck and shoulders, “Ah, Senator Fowlkes, Welcome.” She would move down the stairs, Mackey following behind her, as Anthony just sighed shaking his head.

Ja’nar would reach the bottom of the stairs as Tremaine takes hold of her hand, placing a soft little kiss on it. “You are welcome Senator Fowlkes and please just call me Ja’nar, you know I am not one for formalities” she would flash him another smile “I do hope that we can forge a lasting friendship between our two planets.”

Ja’nar would loop her arm around his as she turns him towards the stairs and begins to walk up them with him, “Let me show you to your quarters where you can stay while you visit and we speak and I will allow you sometime to settle in, the palace is completely open to you so feel free to explore.”

Her smile would fade for a moment as she looks to the paintings and tapestries that covered the walls. “Trust me, it is nice to have visitors, it has been awhile since anyone has came to visit Garos, at least at this level. As for the artwork, it really just depends on the piece itself.” Ja’nar would stop in front of one abnormally dark painting, “For example, this artist was focusing on the death of the last Queen of Garos and the darkness that ensued.” The painting was of a young woman falling into darkness, the skyline of Ariana, the capital city, could be seen in the pit, as if it was the planet that was swallowing her, the sunny skyline had gathering storm clouds off in the distance. Ja’nar would sigh softly; it was her mother who was falling, if anyone knew their Garosian history, they would have known that she had hurled herself off of the highest tower of the palace, a tower overlooking the pristine capital city. Ja’nar would shake her head and would keep moving on down the hallway, “This one is one of my favorites however.” She had stopped in front of a portrait of herself and Remus. She was dressed in a full ball gown of crimson with golden embroidery, a crown of jewels sitting on top of a mass of brown curls, in her lap sat Remus who was dressed in his formal military uniform, behind the pair were Mackey, Anthony, and Dr. Milliardo Peacecraft all dressed to impressed, the first two in there dress uniforms and Milliardo in a neat clean suit. It was her family, the family she had created from nothing, the family who was always there for her no matter what. She would stand there for a moment before shaking her head once again, “I’m sorry…we can talk more about the pieces of art when you have had time to get settled in, I know your journey must have been a long one” she would smile as she began to move down the hallways once more, nearing the end of the hallway she would stop in front of a large steel door. “These will be your quarters I am sure you will find them to your likings and feel free to explore anywhere you would like.” Ja’nar would open the door for them, “I will have some of the staff bring your things up.” The quarters were large and have three bedrooms with private refreshers, all sharing a common sitting area. The sitting area had a fire place and a large coffee table that was surrounded by large over stuffed couches, and on the other side of the room was a desk and behind it were large windowed doors that lead out to a balcony that over looked the gardens. “I hope these will do and if you need anything just pick up the phone and someone will be able to help you with anything, dinner will be in about an hour downstairs, if you all wish to join us, you are more than welcome to”

She would reach the bottom of the stairs with him once more and would turn down a long corridor leading to the throne room as she thought on his question, “It depends who you are, often I see this hallway as the walk of shame, it leads to the throne room and houses mementos from each of the previous rulers of Garos.” She would sigh softly. Why did she feel it was the walk of shame? Perhaps it was because she didn’t feel that she was worthy enough to rule the planet, perhaps it was because of what the last two rulers did to the planet. Her mother had taken very little interest in the affairs of state, and left them all to her advisors, which had not been a bad thing. They had been good people who had kept the planet going forward on the right path, but then there was her uncle who became king after the death of her mother, while Ja’nar was still too young to rule. He had turned to planet upside down; he had destroyed Ja’nar almost completely. Her body and mind had been shattered; luckily Mackey had been there to pick up the pieces at the end of the day. “History really depends on who is writing or reading it.” She would smile to him, or would try to at least. “If you would like, I can give you access to the archives, the University of Garos has the most complete record of galactic history, and you are more than welcome to look through it, you can access it from the library here within the palace.”

Ja’nar would not drag him into the throne room this afternoon, instead she would take him to the library, it was after all one of the places she often went to, to hide from her duties and where her and her son spent hours on rainy days reading stories together. “the name makes sense if you have read into Garosian history at all, especially into the ruling family” she would smile, it was all that she could do to keep the bad memories away once more. “You are correct history is written by the victors but you must also remember that with the current rate technology is changing it is far too easy to be a witness to history, to watch holotapes of events that are or have just happened. Soon history will be written by the common masses, and what will they have to say?” It was a good question to ask, she often wondered what her people would write about her when she long gone. She hoped it would be kind words but she knew better than that, all rulers did.

The pair would come to the end of the hall as the large frosted glass doors slide open before them and Ja’nar continued into the large room. It was the library. Running along the walls were shelves of datapads, each containing a certain book, on the second level were consoles so one could look up anything they wished from the archives that the university kept. Beyond that was a small reading room. The room was comfortable with large oversized arm chairs that could comfortably hold two people and a large fire place. Along the far side of the reading room was a bay window that looked out over the palace grounds. To the right of the reading room was a research room where one could pull out hard copies of any of the number of maps, books, and papers that were housed within the palace library to study. Currently there were star maps spread out with a tablet of paper and a pencil at the far end. Ja’nar would smile “this truly is one of my favorite areas of the palace, I find myself down here more and more recently.”