Inside her own consciousness, away from the performance of composure she was maintaining for the assembled Gilded Ones surrounding her, the wound was considerably deeper than the physical ones.
She was Sororis Prima Prabhavati of the Maharanis House, a Royal bloodline that traced its lineage backward through five ages of the Gilded hierarchy without interruption. She was a member of THE Magna Sorora, The most exclusive administrative bodies in THE Braneworld Observable Existence.
She had earned her standing through eons of power that had pushed her to the upper reaches of Ordovician Paleozoic Scale. She had faced challenges that most Gilded Ones at her tier would have called insurmountable and had found them surmountable because she was who she was.
And this thing had chased her through the Wandering Territories like she was prey.
Like she was the quarry rather than the hunter!
