Why was she blaming herself when no one dared to take the first row scions challenge anymore?
The best among the first row scions at present was the second brother, Hudison. Even he barely maintained a centennial empire of three hundred planets. For tens of thousands of years he had not expanded his territory by even a single star system. Instead, he had chosen stability over ambition, settling into marriage and reproduction, focusing on preserving what he had already built rather than risking everything for something greater.
And yet, despite this cautious approach, he had still found himself dragged into war.
For the past few centuries he had been locked in a bitter conflict against two centennial empires that were openly backed by a millennial empire. The struggle had become a grinding stalemate, draining resources, manpower, and prestige with every passing decade.
Pathetic for a Monarch.
Even more pathetic for someone who had descended from an artificial galaxy.
