"Mr. Star, it will be an honor to trade with you," you said with the poise of a monarch sculpted from centuries of refinement. Your sapphire ring caught the golden light streaming through the stained-glass windows, casting fractured rainbows onto the polished marble floor as you bowed with practiced elegance.

"Then it is settled, Your Highness. Thank you for your time," Mr. Star replied, his voice as polished as his silver buttons, before sweeping out of the room with his retinue of bowing officials trailing behind him like ducklings.

As the grand doors closed with a satisfying thud, you sighed and sank back into the embrace of your ornate throne. Its velvet cushions and intricate carvings should have felt like a cradle of power, but today, it felt more like an overly gilded cage. You were just beginning to entertain thoughts of sneaking off for a moment of peace when a familiar rustle of movement caught your attention.

Emerging from behind one of the towering tapestries was your older brother, Satoru. His ever-effortless charm was as disarming as the small, unassuming bag of candies he carried in one hand.

"How is queen life treating you, darling?" he asked with a mischievous glint in his eye, sweeping toward you before you could protest. He pulled you into a hug that was all-encompassing and warm, his familiar scent—something impossibly bright, like citrus and winter air—flooding your senses.

You giggled despite yourself, leaning into him and letting your crown tilt slightly askew. "Just fine, Onii-san," you replied, your voice soft but tinged with affection. "What are you doing here in Dragorath?" You tilted your head, meeting his impossibly blue eyes, so similar to your own yet always brimming with a boundless energy that you lacked after a day of endless diplomacy.

Satoru grinned, the corners of his mouth tugging upward in that way that said he knew he was up to no good. Without breaking stride, he handed the bag of candies to a cluster of children lingering in the corridor, who squealed with delight and scattered to enjoy their spoils.

"Can't I visit my favorite little sister?" he teased, the picture of casual charm. His tone was light, but the weight of his presence grounded you in a way no royal title ever could.

You gave him a look, part indulgent and part incredulous. "You're lucky you're my only brother. Otherwise, there might have been some competition for the title."

"Ah, but no one could hold a candle to me," he said, twirling dramatically and striking a ridiculous pose. The sight of him, a legendary sorcerer capable of moving mountains, acting as though he belonged on a theater stage rather than in the hallowed halls of Dragorath, made you laugh—really laugh—for the first time that day.

And in that moment, the weight of crowns and kingdoms felt a little lighter.

You shook your head, concern knitting your brow. "What? Is something wrong with the school?" you asked, sitting up straighter in your throne. If there was trouble back at Jujutsu High, the idea of your brother shrugging it off so casually was almost more alarming than the trouble itself.

But Satoru, ever unbothered, waved your concern away like it was a pesky fly. "No, no, nothing dramatic this time," he reassured you, though the glint of mischief in his smile did little to ease your nerves. "But I've been playing babysitter to two officials from the Republic. They need somewhere to stay, and your palace just so happens to be the most convenient option."

He adjusted his blindfold with a nonchalant flick of his wrist, the faintest hint of a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "You know how it is—the Chancellor doesn't want his precious guests to go to waste."

You blinked, unsure if you'd heard him right. "Go to waste?"

Satoru shrugged, his tone utterly casual as if he hadn't just compared diplomatic representatives to leftovers. "Yeah. Important folks like them need to be coddled, right? Fancy beds, expensive wine, the works. And since you've got a kingdom fit for royalty..." He gestured grandly to the palace around you, as though its opulence wasn't obvious.

You pressed a hand to your temple, feeling the beginning of a headache forming. "So you're just... dropping them off on me?"

"Exactly!" he said brightly, as if you'd given him the answer he was hoping for. He clapped his hands together in mock appreciation. "You're catching on fast, Your Highness. It's almost like you were born to be queen."

You groaned, half-exasperated and half-amused. Only your brother could turn royal diplomacy into a casual favor—one he was clearly expecting you to handle without a second thought.

"I'd like to meet them first, though," you said, your tone firm but polite. After all, if your brother was going to waltz into your palace with unannounced guests, the least you could do was ensure they weren't rogue sorcerers or itinerant troublemakers.

Satoru's grin widened, the kind of grin that always made you suspect he had something absurd up his sleeve. "Good," he said, clapping his hands together in mock excitement. "Because I've got them right here!" With a dramatic flourish, he spun around and threw open the towering double doors, their intricate carvings of dragons shimmering in the golden light.

The doors creaked slightly as they revealed two men standing inside, their expressions calm but curious. The taller of the two wore a lighter brown tunic that seemed to radiate both practicality and authority. Beside him stood a younger man with a more guarded expression, his darker tunic complemented by a short beard just beginning to gray.

"Ah," said the taller man, stepping forward with an easy grace that spoke of years of discipline. His piercing gaze met yours, and his expression softened into a polite smile. "You must be Queen Sayuri. I am Jedi Knight Qui-Gon Jinn, and this is my apprentice, Obi-Wan Kenobi." He gestured to the younger man, who offered a polite nod, though his sharp blue eyes quickly scanned the room, taking in every detail.

"I apologize if this is an inconvenience," Qui-Gon continued, bowing slightly. His voice was deep and steady, carrying a calm authority that felt entirely unshakable, as though nothing in the world could truly rattle him.

For a moment, you were silent, blinking as the words "Jedi Knight" hung in the air. Satoru, of course, was beaming, looking as if he'd just introduced you to the most entertaining plot twist of the century.

"Well," you began, recovering quickly, "I can see why the Chancellor sent you here. Welcome to Dragorath. It's not every day we host legendary warriors from another galaxy."

Obi-Wan's lips twitched ever so slightly, as though he were suppressing a smirk. "Your hospitality is appreciated, Your Highness," he said, his voice polished but carrying the faintest trace of dry humor.

Satoru leaned against the doorframe, looking far too pleased with himself. "See? Told you this would be fun," he said with a wink.

You chuckled at your brother's antics, shaking your head before giving him a playful shove. "Oh, go and sod off, brother," you said, your voice tinged with mock exasperation.

Satoru laughed, the sound echoing in the grand chamber, before he waved a hand dismissively and disappeared from view, likely to wreak some other form of havoc elsewhere in the palace.

Turning back to your guests, you offered a warm smile. "It's nice to meet you both," you said, stepping closer with a graceful nod.

The younger one, Obi-Wan, stepped forward and took your hand with practiced politeness, his grip firm but respectful. "The same, Your Highness," he replied, his accent precise and his voice smooth as the still surface of a lake.

You tilted your head and laughed lightly. "Oh, please, none of that 'Your Highness' nonsense—it makes me feel so old. Sayuri will do just fine," you insisted, releasing his hand with a playful wave.

A flicker of surprise crossed Obi-Wan's face, but it was quickly replaced by a small, polite smile. Beside him, Qui-Gon nodded, his expression one of quiet approval, as if he appreciated the informality.

"Now," you continued, clapping your hands together, "let's get you settled. I'll have some maids prepare your rooms, and then we can show you around the palace. It's not every day we get to host galactic visitors, after all."

Obi-Wan's lips quirked into a faint smirk, and he gave a small bow. "Thank you, Sayuri. That is most generous of you."

"Generosity is easier when you have a kingdom at your disposal," you teased, flashing a sly grin before motioning for them to follow you. As you walked, you couldn't help but wonder how your quiet corner of Dragorath was about to change with these enigmatic strangers in your midst. Something told you their stay would be anything but ordinary.