In particular, in the vast expanse of the universe, where wars were waged and stars were bartered over, one little princess could be found sighing as if the weight of an entire planet rested squarely on her shoulders.
Off to the side, Butler Henry was deeply concerned.
Princess Nina had been looking at him in that particular way. The way that suggested tragedy. The way that suggested emotional devastation. The way that usually preceded either tears, a rare outburst, or a very polite but extremely pointed complaint that would echo in his nightmares for weeks.
She sighed again.
Slowly.
With feeling.
Butler Henry straightened his back and clasped his hands behind him, resisting the urge to ask what was wrong. Because as an Imperial butler with decades of experience navigating perilous situations, he was keenly aware that this time, the problem was not one he could resolve on his own.
