Claaang
Caesar pushed open the towering gates of the reception hall of the Multi-Planetary Cradle Empire, his steps echoing across the marble floor, his face carved with curiosity and one eyebrow raised higher than the other, as if he had come half-convinced this entire summons was no more than an elaborate prank.
Yet the reality before his eyes confirmed every word his brother had spoken.
It was her.
Though he had never once seen her in person, recognition struck him instantly and without hesitation...
There she sat, deep within the vast hall, a vision of devastating beauty. Her features were so flawless they might have been painted by the brush of a divine artist. She wore a gown tight above, clinging like liquid silk to her form, then flowing wide below, trailing across the floor like a river of fabric. Upon her head there was no crown, for she needed none—the natural majesty of her presence was greater than any jewel or diadem.
