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“Announcing The Emperess!”
As Ren walked into the golden ballroom, an entire crowd of people stood. And bowed.
She stood on a balcony, with Dyne in the shadows. She waved.
“Hold your pose,” Dyne said.
Ren paused, faking the best smile she could.
The bright lights nearly blinded her. For the last several hours, her entourage paraded her around the city, forcing her to address soldiers, citizens, and now, aristocrats. She just wanted to rest, close her eyes and hope she never woke up.
Her cheeks. God, they were so sore from the tattoos and all the smiling. The leather boots she wore pained her ankles, and she was constantly sweating from the heavy robes. Her staff had to refresh her every hour.
She still couldn't believe that she was the most powerful person in the Zachary Galaxy.
