He smirked a little. Typical.
"You see my actions as simple. A man's folly. You see only the surface and assume that is, in turn, all that I see, and that is where you falter, Empress Varanin. Though different than the numbers of the Sith, you are just another breed of dark. There are many of them, after all. The monstrous, I heard that another presence has been perceived in the galaxy named Meric Nadun, who fits the bill of monstrous if my memory serves.
"And what of these others, Sasha Santhe, for example, who use their tools for knowledge. Then there are those like you, who seek to rule and change. But still there are others, old day Sith who care only for killing Jedi. There are even those in your number who plot your downfall. You will not lead forever. The only way you could truly help this galaxy is to destroy the Empire from the inside. Yes, my daughter has helped you to quell fights, and for that she is very good. I do not doubt my daughter's intentions, not in the slightest. She is a good woman who wants to help people but wants to be left to do it her way.
"I doubt you, Empress, because to me you are largely unknown. Olra'en or not, you are not Je'gan and you never will be. I don't know you, therefore I don't trust you. I've been testing you, and so far you are failing, Empress."
Just then Rosa, Hanna's best friend, came in and interupted them, something he was much grateful for. She told him to go and prepare and he stood to do so only for Darron to enter then as well. Interesting. He shook his head at Darron. Threats. Threats were tests. Kamon didn't issue threats. Giving warning was not his style. When he'd told her that he would deal with any problems, he'd meant it, but he was not about to sit around and toss threats about. Kamon was Echani. He would strike without warning.
He shook his head at Darron. This was why he'd left the Republic and the order. These stupid speeches about how he shouldn't do this or shouldn't do that. Kamon had been a master of the Force for a very long time. He'd seen numerous emperors come and go. They never lasted long. Same for the leadership of the Jedi. Kamon didn't belong with either of them, and really didn't care for either. He loved Hanna, but he didn't love the Republic, not anymore.
Without a further word, he started to leave, only to have a glass of liquid thrown in his face. Lovely. He knew he should have insisted on a private wedding. He didn't know the woman and so ignored her. He wasn't about to play that game, because he knew that was precisely what it was. As soon as he responded to it he'd be sucked in. Wiping his face off with his hand, he simply left and headed towards his room. His tux was now in shambles. The day was going to hell in a handbasket and he was NOT happy.