The Queen sighed as she stared at her daughter. She was determined to protect something that could stab her in the back. The room was silent and several of her guards were trained on Crystaall and her rodian 'friend'. A tough decision, but an easy one.
"Uncuff the rodian. If my daughter is so willing to protect scum like him, then there must be a reason behind it."
Crystaall was still infuriated at her mother. Calling her friend scum was an insult to her as her reputation proved that no 'scum' ever worked with her.
"Were you sleeping on Mustafar, Mother? Because your attitude does not represent what I expect out of a Queen, especially a Queen of such a peaceful planet."
"Would you think that you could rule better than I? One who has protected this throne from corrupted children of the Empire for several years? I am glad you are alive and well, but you don't know the dangers I face. I-"
"Dangers!? What do you know of dangers!? I'm 15 years old and my birthdays are every other year. I've faced gangs and dealt with ruthless crime lords who'd have my enemies on a platter if they felt I was capable enough. I've killed men across this galaxy... and for what? To finally find my mother to be aggressive toward the very thing I am? To have no sympathy for another life?"
The Queen walked up to Crystaall and smiled at her.
"My dear child, when you grow up, you will see the pain I see today. But your pain will be far greater than my own and I do hope you'll understand when that time comes. But, as for now, I have a party to organize, to celebrate your coming home. The guards will show you to the guest room."
And with that, the Queen left with an abrupt turn of the heel and her executives following her closely.
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