You hated Altan diplomatic relations. You were good at your job… so good you were bad at it. The cold, war hungry Altans you spoke with always found your eager enthusiasm quite endearing, and you have to dodge their requests for personal relations and such. And so you stiffened when you locked eyes with soft blue eyes, dark, starry regal clothing and pale blue skin…a beautiful sight… a foot away. “Ah… I finally get to see the human ambassador. You’ve caused quite a fuss in my court.”