Nova Prime.
The supreme leader of the Nova Empire. Whatever her original name had been, once she assumed the position, this was her only title.
Much like "Your Majesty" or "Your Imperial Majesty."
Nova Prime looked Hermione up and down a few times with a calm gaze.
"Hello, honored envoy." Her voice was gentle and appropriately courteous. "May I ask what important business brings you to Xandar on behalf of Asgard?"
Hermione offered a slightly bashful smile at just the right moment, as though she felt a little embarrassed. "Hello, Nova Prime. Actually... it's nothing particularly important."
She lowered her head slightly, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes.
"I... I've never left Earth before. Thor told me Xandar was one of the most beautiful and prosperous planets in the universe, so this country girl from Earth wanted to come take a look and broaden her horizons."
She raised her head, her sincere eyes carrying a hint of curiosity and apprehension. "I hope you won't laugh at me."
Seeing Hermione's air of someone who had "never seen the world," a flicker of understanding crossed Nova Prime's eyes.
Those who practiced magic were often eccentric, immersed in research and secluded for years at a time. Ignorance of the outside world was hardly unusual among them.
Though the Asgardians were powerful, they did indeed seem to venture beyond the Nine Realms infrequently.
"I see." Nova Prime smiled as well. "There's no need to be nervous. Xandar welcomes all friends who love peace. We greatly admire your heroic stand against the Chitauri under Thanos's command."
She had learned Hermione's identity before coming.
"We do indeed bring together remarkable sights and civilizations from across the galaxy. I hope Cabba... ahem, our honored envoy enjoys her time here."
Hermione's mouth twitched.
Nova Prime