“Countermeasures depleted,” the ship said. “Shields holding…for now.”
The ship hurtled toward the hourglass-shaped nebula. The ship and the two crew members aboard all knew what that meant. Already, it was getting icy in the cabin.
A missile sliced past their port side. The ship veered just as the missile burst apart.
“And so despite her injuries,” the king said, glancing at her with a bright smile of encouragement before turning back toward the vast crowd gathered below the castle balcony, “your queen will be joining you for the festival in three days’ time.”
The crowd roared and the king laughed. His merriment seemed genuine. She wondered if it was these days. A few years had passed, after all, since he became king and she became queen. Though in another memory, a false one that glimmered at the surface of her thoughts, he had been king for nearly two decades. Continue reading