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“Custodian!” Pangea quacked, her tiny voice was lost in the gargantuan hall of the Imperial Palace. “Custodian!”
No answer.
No one.
“Cus—Todian!”
Pangea sat on top of 25365223 which was inside a small grav-cart with X-01 in her arms. The halls stood giant to men, even to the custodians, to Pangea, the Imperial Palace was a planet. Pangea told her legs to move, to find a path, yet they did not answer but shook. Her shoulders trembled, and her nose twinged as hot tears steadily rolled off of her cheeks.
“Magistra…”
<span class="mu-i">Thump.</span>
<span class="mu-i">Thump.</span>
<span class="mu-i">Thump.</span>
“You called for us?”
A custodian appeared, seemingly out of nowhere. Despite the heavy footsteps, they sounded so much lighter than any other footsteps. Pangea wiped the last of her tears and nodded, salvaging the few shreds of pride she had left.
“Where is the Lord Regent?”
“I will lead you to him.”
The custodian, in all his golden splendor pulled the grav cart with the Imperium of Man’s Princess sitting on top of parchments. Malcador was among all kinds of military officers in front of a large cogitator that projected a hologram of a planet in emerald hue, draped with all kinds of wire and buttons. The officers quickly bowed except for Malcador.
“Lord Regent.” The custodian said. “I have brought the princess per her request.”
“Good, you may return to your duties, Longinus.”
The custodian, referred to as Longinus, left. Malcador approached, with the same stony expression as always.
“You found the documents, but I do not see my folder.”
“It wasn’t there, magistra. A serf told me.”
“And you are certain because a serf told you instead of confirming it yourself? And you ordered a custodian to bring you here, do you not know how to navigate in your own home?”
“I…”
Malcador shook his head. “You wish to experience when you know so little. You cannot find your own way around your own home but you desire responsibilities. Now do you understand how out of depth you are?”
Pangea remained silent.
>She hopped off of the grav cart and ran
>And waited for Malcador to speak again
>She opened her mouth, and softly spoke. “I do.”
