Walking through the streets of Mandalore was similar to what it was like on base. You were stopped by friends or colleagues with small talk that left you running incredibly late, though you wouldn't trade it for anything else.

What was different was the large amounts of children happily laughing as they conversed with you.

Poe enjoyed it immensely.

"Mand'alor, Mand'alor!" A human child who looked to be about four years of age nearly tripped as he stumbled towards them, tugging on the king's cape lightly.

Din picked him up with ease, wrapping an arm underneath the child's bottom for support.

"Where's Grogu?" The boy asked, small hands pushing on Din's chest plate to meet the man's visor.

"Alor Riduur is holding him." The mandalorian explained, his helmet turning to the man beside him, pointing a finger at the satchel across Poe's body.

The green child was fast asleep, breathing softly.

The boy gasped happily, looking between Poe and Din eagerly.
"You're Poe!" He squealed, adorably clasping his small hands together and holding them to his chest.

"Apologies, Mand'alor." A woman with sandy hair similar to the boy's approached them hurriedly. She bowed her head in greeting.

"It's no problem." The king murmured in a deep voice, handing the child off to his mother. Poe noticed a ring on her hand similar to his. He guessed she wasn't mandalorian, but a spouse of one, like himself.

As they continued their walk, Poe hesitantly spoke up after much deliberation.

"Alor Riduur." He said quietly. Din turned his head to look at the pilot, patiently waiting for him to continue. "What does that mean?"

"It sounds butchered in basic." The king explained before he continued. "It roughly translates to Leader Spouse. It's your title."

Poe only nodded his head, he opened his mouth to speak but Din continued speaking. Which was surprising. The other man normally didn't speak often from what he understood.

"In basic it sounds directly tied to the Mand'alor, but it commands its own respect." Din reassured. That was equally as surprising. Poe hadn't expected such individuality in Mandalore. It was, refreshing in a way. It had sounded almost cultish when he had first learned of the mandalorians ways. He was glad to have been proven wrong.

The tour was fairly interesting and coming from Poe, that was saying something. He particularly enjoyed seeing the ships they kept in their main hangar.

"It's a work in progress." Din grunted when they entered a large dome structure made almost entirely out of glass.

Inside there were multiple fruit trees and small pond along with shrubs and flowers. When they moved to get a closer look, Poe noticed that the trees bore meager fruit and the flowers were wilting. He didn't have much of a knack for growing anything, so he highly doubted if he could help much.

Poe knelt down to analyze a peony bush, hesitantly brushing a finger over the soft petals of a particularly beautiful flower.

"I was told you talk a lot."

It was an odd and rather awkward starter for a topic of conversation Poe noticed. The pilot didn't know how to respond, which was happening rather often when he was around Din. He instead, decided to hum in reply.

"You've talked less than I have." The king had murmured. Poe didn't know if it was meant for him to take offense to, but he did nevertheless.

"We don't have much in common." The pilot said vaguely, not wanting to supply much of an explanation to the mandalorian. He didn't feel that the other man entirely deserved it. Poe glared at the flower he had previously been staring at before he noticed that Grogu had awoken. He decidedly opened the satchel more, allowing the groggy child to meander his way out of the bag.

"We haven't known each other long." The Mand'alor countered.

"I wonder who's fault that is." Poe muttered, standing abruptly and feigning interest in a tree nearby as he put himself further away from the other man.

"It wasn't mine." The king bit out in protest, to which Poe turned on his heel to face the mandalorian.

"Oh, really? Did you pick me out of a hat then?" The pilot seethed, crossing his arms over his chest defensively.

"I wasn't given a choice." Din's voice sounded far more in control than the other's. It made Poe resent him more.

"Bullshit." Poe glared, desperately wishing he could see the Mand'alor's face. Couldn't Poe have this one moment to finally know what the other was thinking? It was infuriating.

"It was you or Corporal Karé Kun." Din explained reluctantly. "I apologize for being selfish, but I'm not attracted to the opposite gender." There was no emotion behind his voice, only a cold and informative tone. Poe hated it. It made the pilot sound like even more of an asshole than he had already felt like he was.

"That's great." Poe growled out to himself lowly.

After later deliberation, Poe realized he was being unfair. Din hadn't asked for the marriage either. He was performing a duty, as was Poe.

The pilot was far too focused on keeping his pride intact to apologize, which he later realized strained his relationship with the Mand'alor even further.