She was the daughter of Nägäst Menzie, this angel fallen from the 13th Quadrant. The first time I saw her, she was framed by her Varants, her bodyguards. Varants programmed to protect her from us. But she didn't need them. We knew she didn't have to visit the sub-levels, to care for the famished and oppressed, to donate food and time to the downtrodden and dying. My father once told me she would never wear the Nägäst crown. It would go to her cruel half-brother, who had been off to fight in the Shaha-Kan Revolt in the Galaxy of the Little Fox his whole adult life. I will always remember her face, make-up running down her cheeks at the sight of an amputated child. The red and green lights dancing around her features, scintillating on her tears. She always felt untouchable. So close but so distant. This princess from another world.
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