A Fancy dinner, or a deadly twist?

[Shagohad]

Chloe watched the other woman walk about nervously. Her eyes tracked her every moment. One would think it predatory and weird, but a member of the Royal Police would merely reply, "No...that's just the Directeur."

"Villette, calm yourself. It's the Prince. Not the King. As I had informed Amelie; when he gets too physical, merely call him a brat and inform him that he is still single and he'll shut up and focus." She added a sincere smile to relieve tension.

"As for Amelie," She spoke quietly, "Lord knows what that girl will say and do. She still hasn't come up from her cabin yet. I'd imagine she is equally nervous."

"Madame, we are entering orbit of the planet. You shall be ready to depart within an hour," A man replied from his post, staring blankly at the nothingness.

"Merci," Chloe replied. She then turned back to Villette. "Just relax, stay quiet, speak only when spoken to, and the most important bit is to smile and nod." Her fingers drummed along the edges of her cane, conveying her own nervousness.

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"THE HULL HAS BEEN BREACHED AND THE SCIENCE IS LEAKING OUT!"