Escape King Luxcen frowned. It was not yet midday, yet he was already irritated with everything that befell him. Chancellor Rolemy pestered him with “urgent” news, his desk was littered with treaties to write and disputes to settle (also urgent), not to mention laws that needed to be written and rewritten, taxes to oversee, projects to authorize, and downstairs there waited hundreds, perhaps thousands, of his subjects waiting impatiently to bring their personal cases before him.On top of all this, his tea had gone cold.Rolemy, having held the position of Chancellor for only a few months, couldn’t read his king’s expression. &
CREATION Sarah Boen breathed in deeply as air flooded into her compartment, her hand banging the glass as it rose to let her out. Already the lights began to flicker on, slowly so as to not blind the sleepers’ waking eyes. Little screens that decorated the interior of her chamber also blinked, flashing little phrases to assure her of her current health. She ignored these, because she felt great. As great as sleeping in a containment chamber for six months could leave her.“I need a pee,” said Ron Joby as he stumbled out of his chamber.“I need a coffee,” Sarah replied around a yawn. She twisted her torso and enjoyed listenin
Sta.sh
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