A Game of Thrones

[Unseelie]

Worcester Palace,
Marlborough Complex,
Planet New London,
New London
1900 Hours

DAY 3

Sam fidgeted in her gown, crimson tresses and the Windsor Crest flowing from her shoulders to a short train on a cloth of silver bodice with matching spidersilk gloves. Shoulder length gloves, that bunched around the elbows. Not at all like the rubbery skintights of her flightsuit...this side slit gown and the heels...She sipped a white wine from a goblet she knew she was holding wrong, and tried not to crumple the papers as she wrestled them into her shoulderbag. Red, of course. Rather, pink, this time. With thorned roses and a hussar embroidered onto the sides. The hussar side she had to keep facing her midriff, as the queen had informed her the image of the ship was an affront to fashion, but she would be damned if she didn't have something connecting her to the Queen's Own. Papers successfully signed and inserted into her bag, she slunk back to her corner to watch the proceedings, intent on protecting the letter of marque for one Erik Nantz, and a promotion with honors for the new lieutenant, Sir Roger Brinkley.

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