The Red Crown of Eshan
Clouds rolled over the palace with a gentle breeze. Spring had settled in for the most part, and everything across the plains had begun to bloom. Quinn had never been to the planet during this time, when she had — she was only a child. But those quiet, gentle memories were few and far between, but they were there. Unlike other children, she was only allowed some time outside; her early life was confined to a room, one that she had boarded off the moment she had entered the palace.
She didn't want to remember that room; she wanted it as far from her as she could make it. Blocking it off, letting it rot on the other side of the palace was good enough for now.
Sitting at the ornate desk, she looked out the tall window. Rolling hills rustled with each caress of the wind. It was mesmerizing, and the young Queen could find herself watching the way her world moved for the rest of her life. Though the thought that this was the rest of her life was something that didn't sit as comfortably as she had hoped.
She still wanted more.
It took almost all of her effort to turn her head away from the window. There was so much for her to do nowadays. She often found herself wishing for the thoughtless times when she could lounge and just wear pretty clothes. A small smile crept along her face as she remembered how much easier life was before she decided to reach for responsibility.
Though Eshan was a stepping stone. There would be another after her, probably someone outside her lineage. She needed to make things easier for them, make Eshan better than before.
"Right, the proposals."
Her fingers began to type away at the computer in front of her. Some things were needed, as well as items that the Mandalorian Government needed to sign off on. As much sovereignty as they gave Eshan, she still had to answer to them for certain things. Rolling her eyes, she did her best to think of the chubby little ball that Aether used to be. Some days, that was the only thing keeping her from revolting.
Quinn took a moment, pausing her work as she let her mind wander. A hand caressed the gentle silks paired with the eshan silver; the fabric reminded her of her mother, grounding her in bittersweet memories. Her eyes flickered towards something on her desk. A gentle chuckle would escape her throat as she looked towards a framed image. A lanky blonde-haired child, a boy with a toy blaster, and the Empress of the Sith Order — smiling during calmer… more peaceful times.
"Your highness," a voice would call out to her. She looked up and saw one of the younger handmaidens move closer to the desk. Her head bowed slightly as Quinn excused her.
"You have a visitor."
Quinn tilted her head as she looked at her agenda. There was no one expected. Thinking, Quinn waved her hand, "Let them in, lucky for them my day is mostly free."
The woman nodded and then let the visitor in.