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You are now <span class="mu-s">Cijan Anak</span>, the True Supreme Ruler of the Hegemony. Finally, you've come home. You just finished dancing with Kima; and are a bit sweaty and out of breath. Less because of the dance itself and more just keeping up with her. You can feel the power behind her muscles, the control in her motions- her father's constant praise and adoration of his beloved daughter was never exaggerated it seems. She has indeed “grown up”.
“I hope my skills were good enough for you, your Majesty. I know how important this night is to you, I wanted to be at my best.”
<span class="mu-b">”You were more then enough. You were a superior partner to all of my dance tutors- who were born and raised for the role. You are not <span class="mu-i">one</span> of the best- you are the best.”</span>
“In that case, we will probably dance again?”
<span class="mu-b">”We will. Goodnight.”</span>
You somewhat dislike how forward her mother was. Intentionally sabotaging Hwat's plans so he would “forget” to schedule a dance partner for you, so she can spur-of-the-moment recommend her own daughter? For the dance the Supreme Ruler always does with his future wife? Putting the family of a high level administrator that close to your entrance for a good first impression before you got too bored? Trying a little hard there, Shjomae? She is a fine woman, though, and if you were a little older and she a little younger it would be likely she would be your wife instead. You and Hwat are going to draw from a similar pool- and she does know what is best for her own family. You know of Kima, her scores, and you know the time is right. You'll marry her right after you assume command of the Hegemony once again- get back in the swing of things.
The fancy party is an affair for all high level people of the Hegemony. Among them, high level <span class="mu-i">State-Philosophers</span> are common. There seems to be a correlation between their type and the giddy socialites. Though many scientists are higher ranking then them; they tend to blow off their invitations. Too busy with their career-defining passion projects. One such State Philosopher is approaching you now.
<span class="mu-g">”Hello your Majesty, I am Kerjak Falathane. Hwat sent me to find you. I trust the party has been agreeable to you? After all- you are our star attraction, and guest, and the proprietor.”</span>
<span class="mu-b">“It has. You mentioned Hwat? Does his security detail know you are... carrying a knife, in my presence?”</span>
<span class="mu-g">”He does. Let's walk together.”</span>
It is silent for a moment. You don't know much about this Kerjak fellow- he isn't famous enough to your knowledge, at least when you left, to seem to <span class="mu-i">deserve</span> such an exclusive invitation to this party. Maybe he's a +1. But for who?
