Blair
The Wilds were good people, as good anyone could assume someone was with only knowing them for little more than a week. King Oswald was more at ease in their company than he was he most, and so Blair took that for a good sigh. It would be good to get back to Bastion, and be somewhere they could stay put for a while though.
Blair sat in the chair on the ‘Royal Dragon’ has it prepared to depart the star system. They had set out several hours pass, and had to be reaching the jump limits outside the gravity wells of the inner system. She wondered if the space sickness that came with the jumps would be worse, and apologized to the growing child within her.
The morning sickness hadn’t been that bad, nor much of the effects of being pregnant so far. They were a distraction, and uncomfortable to be sure, but nothing she couldn’t handle. It was the dreams that got her though. They felt so real, and vivid. She dreamed of animals from her homeworld of Goldenfield, and other creatures from throughout the Settle Worlds of Mann, and they bowed down, and treated her daughter as though she were a king. At least most of the time they did, there were other times when those, or other more fierce creatures would appear, and threaten herself, and unborn daughter.
Blair sat, and looked at the traffic of the star system from her own small display table. The Starships as they flowed in, and out o the system. The transport haulers that moved between the world of Dagport, and the large mining station on the edge of the system. Or the transport liners to, and from the world of Dagport, to it’s settled moon of Tree Stream, or the large Starbase, and Star Fortress that protected the system, and worlds. It was a calming sight to watch the workings of the system that most took for granted, and yet it was a minor thing compared to her own homeworld.
“Can I get you anything to drink before we depart the system?” Ansel asked Blair.
Blair shook her head, and closed her eyes. She were glad it were evening, sleep always helped with the space sickness. “No Ansel, I’ll be fine,” she replied. “How long until we jump?”
“Fifteen minutes,” Ansel replied in a gentle, and soft tone.
Blair looked around the large quarters, or own private quarters which were attached, but seperate from that of the King. Even now, she knew that one or more members of the King’s Guard, along with several members of the King’s Guard Forces standing outside both doors that led to them.
“Is the king in his quarters?” Blair asked her trusted handmaiden.
Ansel shook his head. “No, he has been in his briefing room since the fleet departed the inner system with members of the small council.”
Blair nodded. King Oswald had been at ease around the Lord Wallis Wild, and yet he seemed to be equally un-eased by the world, and people of Dagport. That hadn’t surprised her much, as the world of Dagport, and star system were members of the Eight Systems which he seemed to fear, mistrust, and hate. Yet one of it’s lord’s he trusted, as much as he seemed to trust any person outside the King’s Guard.
