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A few weeks had passed since Alden had found his way back home, and it was still a strange feeling for the High Marshal, now soon to be crowned monarch of this planet. It wasn't but for a few hours before the Confederacy, the nation he served, that he was nothing more that a proud officer in the Confederate Navy. Not one person in the galaxy knew of who he really was save the one that had captured his heart over the last several months. Even eclipsing the year mark since they began seeing each other. But now that the Confederacy had come and liberated his home, the very place of his birth, from pirates and terrorists, everyone knew. There was no hiding it anymore. There was no pretending he was something else. No denying that his very blood ushered a certain privilege in his direction whether he wanted it or not. Simply because of who mothered him, he found himself thrust into the bowels of something he'd never wanted. Of something that, in truth, terrified him to his core.
Leading military minds was simple. Each knew their orders and their responsibilities. And each carried them out with an unrivaled diligence and professionalism. But now, his guiding hand fell over the entirety of a world. A planet that still felt and clawed itself free of the horrors of war and strife. A people in desperation and need after having themselves beneath the tyrannical heel of the marauder force that had occupied them.
Now was the time to rebuild. Now was the time to pave a new path forward until they could once again reach prosperity. The same prosperity that Alden vaguely remembered in his flashbacks of being a child here. Of how he and his brother, Cameron Akaran, had dove so deeply into their mischievous ways, the kind only children could gleefully indulge in.
He gazed out a large glasteel port from the throne room, his sapphire-like eyes falling over the city below as it sat upon gentle waters of one of the planet's vast oceans. A testament to the city's great architects that the city still stood as it did.
his hand fell down to his pocket and grasped at something within, yet he did not remove whatever the item was from withing. Instead, the had remained and he turned his attention to the woman who had come to mean so much to him in the time they had spent together over the last several months. "Do you remember when we first met?" He smile and awaited her response.
Leading military minds was simple. Each knew their orders and their responsibilities. And each carried them out with an unrivaled diligence and professionalism. But now, his guiding hand fell over the entirety of a world. A planet that still felt and clawed itself free of the horrors of war and strife. A people in desperation and need after having themselves beneath the tyrannical heel of the marauder force that had occupied them.
Now was the time to rebuild. Now was the time to pave a new path forward until they could once again reach prosperity. The same prosperity that Alden vaguely remembered in his flashbacks of being a child here. Of how he and his brother, Cameron Akaran, had dove so deeply into their mischievous ways, the kind only children could gleefully indulge in.
He gazed out a large glasteel port from the throne room, his sapphire-like eyes falling over the city below as it sat upon gentle waters of one of the planet's vast oceans. A testament to the city's great architects that the city still stood as it did.
his hand fell down to his pocket and grasped at something within, yet he did not remove whatever the item was from withing. Instead, the had remained and he turned his attention to the woman who had come to mean so much to him in the time they had spent together over the last several months. "Do you remember when we first met?" He smile and awaited her response.
