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“I have not seen clearly, my Queen, but the Morningstar line does not end with you.” Alexandra’s words returned to her long after the ride had concluded. What the path ahead held, Light could only know. Days later, Christiana Morningstar puzzled over those very words. Her friend’s messages were often ambiguous at best. Christiana hardly resent the Sorceress for such things. Fate blessed where it would. The thought of children brought both joy and terror to her.
Though she knew her station required her to produce an heir she was in no particular hurry to fulfil that expectation. All was not right with her realm at this time. A child’s pattering feet around the palace halls could be a catastrophe that she did not need. At this very moment, Christiana Morningstar sat before petitioners. Her realm was her primary concern. All the same, Alexandra’s words made her wonder what lay ahead.
Most days, the realm’s Reconstruction occupied her days. Today was no exception. Her people brought the realm’s needs to her attention. She was dressed in a rich royal blue satin gown embroidered with pearls. On another woman, the creation would have seemed ostentatious but on Christiana the attire sang with understated regality. Her auburn hair was pinned in a loose chignon that was secured by the crown resting atop her head.
The capital, the central focus of Maeseloria, was nearly complete. Public works were organized and run by the grand cleric, Tessa Starson. Christiana was still in awe of how fast the woman took the realm’s spiritual matters in hand. Tessa worked with unparalleled enthusiasm to rebuild schools, libraries, and clinics for the sick. The cleric stood before her now explaining a new plan to revive what once was a thriving scholastic community. “My Queen, did you hear a word I just said?”
Tessa’s amused words broke into Christi’s errant thoughts. “Forgive me, my friend.” The distracted monarch flushed to the roots of her hair. “I appear to have a great deal on my mind lately.” When Tessa gave a nod of acknowledgement, Christiana sighed. “Please go see Evelyn regarding the funding for this project. I know you will do as you see fit for the betterment of our realm.” Tessa dipped a curtsey and disappeared from her chambers. Quite literally, the cleric was there one moment and gone the next. Much like the Jades, the cleric had a talent for teleportation.
“Usually you aren’t this distracted, Sunspot.” A companionable voice spoke at her elbow. A gasp would have brought other guards running. If not for that nickname, she would have summoned help in a heartbeat. Jaylor had a habit of showing up in the oddest places. “My advice not work out?” He questioned.
“Darkness take you, Jaylor!” Christi hissed on words well beneath the hearing of anyone else in the receiving chamber. “Your advice worked precisely as you intended. She got me thinking. Her words stuck with me in a way you likely expected.” Very nearly, she saw Jaylor crow with delight. He started to ask what the Sorceress had told her but; soon enough, another petitioner entered the hall. His curiosity would just have to wait…