Bermann had arrived early to the Royalties Palace. He had his proper clearance and authority to show he was allowed here and was requesting to see the Queen. However, he urged the assistant or secretary not to rush the Queen. Bermann was very soft spoken and respectful, at some points kind. He almost whispered as he told the secretary only let the Queen know he was ready to see her once she was prepared. It was very early in the morning, with dew still on the grass and birds just waking up. Even if Lady Kay did wake up early, Bermann hadn't really slept.
He told the secretary he was a high ranking military official of the Commenor Military and political member of the Royal Family; no relation. It showed on his credentials that his background was indeed classified, but it was cleared with the Commenor security system. Berman had decided to rest in the welcoming hall or sitting room. Out of the way, like an old man napping. Her held his cane firmly with both hands as it rested against the floor between his legs. He did not snore, he did not twitch, but everyone could tell the old coot was still alive, just taking a small nap until the Queen was ready.
Queen Kay, when she was available in her office, would be notified of an old man wishing to see her, claiming it was somewhat important, but not critical. Quoting the man said "oh, it's quite important, but she can take her time. I'll be here." Even if she was away from the planet doing whatever business she was dealing with, Bermann would occassionally grab a bite to eat, but otherwise, he would return and sit and nap in the same place. He was here for the Queen, and only the Queen. He only answered to her and he needed to know what his orders would be here in Commenor again.