Later, after the sun reached its zenith, Altair leaned against the wall, tapping his fingers against his knee, looking out at the endless seas of crashing waves against the shores, annoyed by the endless hours he stood in the waiting room.
Ren looked up at him, smirking, wondering where her patient prince had gone. Altair had always been patient in her eyes; whether it was before a hunt or when he cooked, he never got frustrated. It was a virtue she always felt she lacked.
"... Ensign?" Vaiga's secretary called, stirring the boy to his feet. "The Admiral will see you now." She said, buzzing him through the door. Altair practically hopped to the door, opening it to see Vaiga standing beside a masked individual… a woman.
