A Game of Thrones

[Unseelie]

Worcester Palace,
Marlborough Complex,
Planet New London,
New London
0200 Hours

It was the inner sanctum. The last scrap of the realm left to her, a simple suite of rooms; foyer, bedroom, a half and a full bath, a breakfast nook and a reading room. There were 3 hidden passages, of course, for servants to come through, but each of them had a large desk, or vanity, or bureau, each filled in with roughly two metric tons of superdense solids. They were doorstops, and they weren't moving. Not anywhere. The doors were shut, and here, in these few rooms, her name was Carina. Simply that. No accolades or attachments, no jewels nor jaded glances, but merely her, just a woman...a woman getting four hours of sleep regularly, and needing her wits each day. Today there were corsairs, and another threat from the DRA...and of course that Windsor girl...more a warrior than her uncle, all dressed up trying to defend the Royal Fleet on a battlefield she was never taught. Picking up the peices after that lass was more than enough. And will be again tomorrow.

Carina was asleep before her head reached her pillow.

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