Being on an alien planet, at an alien court no less, was very different to how Jac imagined. For a start, there was less spacey-type stuff. Instead of high tech suits and the like, Lathar men wore leathers. Like, all of them.
From what she could work out, the warrior class were the noble classes… and non-combatants were looked down upon. She’d seen a few about the place—pale, slender men who looked nothing like Rynn, the emperor, or Jessica’s husband, Laarn. They usually kept to themselves in a small group, scuttling out of the way of the warriors, who barely cast them a glance. When they did notice them, a sneer of disgust followed soon after.
It seemed like a futuristic medieval court. The few ladies in attendance were in elegant gowns while the men wore leather and armor, swords jostl
