After he was introduced to her, a pleasant smile possessed her face. “Oh, you're Jack. I was wondering who these people were asking for. Seems you have visitors already.”
The small knot of civilians rushed at him.
“You, Jack Carson, are hereby served a summons to appear—”
“You owe your ex-wife Felicity Carson—”
“Payments of your salvage vessel are five months—”
“The department of revenue recovery on Denebi III—”
“You're under arrest for failure to appear—”
“Hey!” Misty shouted, louder than them all. “You'll just have to wait!” she said, hand on her hip. “How can a princess be presented to the Emperor without her Paladin?”
The solicitors looked amongst themselves, befuddled.
“Upon my word, you may serve your summonses once the ceremony is over.” Misty looked among them. “You have m
