Aleksandra could nearly empathize with what it was like to have to learn to sit and discuss and be diplomatic. Her father had always said it was important to be grateful for meetings and diplomacy, that they were preferred over battles and war. He was right, she knew that. Wars meant loss of life and pain. A good ruler tried to prevent such things.<br/><br/>As they entered the room, she took note of the faces there. Each one looked familiar, but not directly. She had a gift for faces and she thought perhaps she had met some of their parents during one event or a meeting. When the woman punched Maleki her eyes widened and a strange mix of emotions filled her as they hugged. There had been times where she had wanted to punch him as well, but it was the second emotion that rose up that surprised her. It was not jealousy, not quite, but a curiosity about what the nature of his relationship was with the woman. She also wondered more about everything here, to be honest. She had become accustomed to not knowing and living in a state of discomfort.<br/><br/>This was his home, even if he was here as a criminal. Aleksandra wondered if she could manage all this. Years of training and she had rarely felt so out of her depth around rulers. It was not the difference in the size of their realms, someone could even comment that she had no real realm to comment on. She took a deep breath and straightened her back, pushing forward confidence she did not possess. But her father and mother had not raised their daughters to be shrinking violets. That was what this was all about, was it not? Retaking the throne so she could kill the man who had tortured and killed her family. This was about them and the people of Hammarfell.<br/><br/>"He does have a fairly punchable face, doesn't he?" Aleksandra remarked, swinging her arms in front of her for emphasis. "I supposed we could call me traveling companion number one, and this is number two." She gestured to Tommen, who fidgeted nervously next to her.