Door safely locked behind her she held her hand up to the light, stomach churning, she recognised the jewel. It had been several cycles since she had last had one like it, before the Empire fractured. Nausea, she double tapped a beryl in her wrist, her ‘homepage’ menu hung in the air in front of her, shaking fingers interacted with hologram screen, clicking on the icon for clothing she swiftly worked the programme, altering parameters to bring her clothing into line with the formal costume that was expected for an Imperial visit.
A twist to a diamond opened her personal visual link and there he was, hanging in the air before her. The author of her greatest joys and greatest pain, she loved him, she hated him. This was the first face she had seen when she stepped out of the womb pod, the face bending over the chamber every time she awakened from an unscheduled regen, and the face that had exiled Fernum. The Emperor, her father.
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