As Minjun gently clasped Poma's dainty hand, her own fingers warmly reciprocating the affectionate gesture of his smile, she couldn't help but be captivated by the mesmerizing shades of pink that graced her eyes. They were like the delicate petals of a blossoming rose, each hue a testament to her uniqueness. As her gaze followed Minjun's, they both marveled at the opulent beauty of the chambers, where the warm ambient lighting cast a soft, romantic glow. Poma's eyes seemed to reflect the very essence of the evening, much like the stars that surrounded them and the nebulas that enveloped them in a celestial embrace. "Thal, wa esa e sallrasdaiul ull dha faeidirr ull dhair ayalailr, Mailshil, ull err dha rdesr dhed rissuiln ir, eln dha lafirer dhed llurn iful ir raica aesh udhas'r anfsesa," ["Then, we are a reflection of the beauty of this evening, Minjun, of all the stars that surround us, and the nebulas that fold upon us like each other's embrace,"] Poma murmured, her words a poetic reflection of the ethereal atmosphere that enveloped them.
The delicate flush that graced her cheekbones only added to her charm, enhancing her allure in the prince's eyes. The moment was nothing short of enchanting, as they stood there, two souls intertwined in a world of splendor and enchantment. With Minjun's arm securely linked with her own, Poma couldn't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude. "Thelc irrui llus irruis sunfrainald, nirr Psailsa," ["Thank you for your compliment, my Prince,"] she began, her voice soft and sincere. "Hiwuzur, wie auru shu sreu maussurphoucu huru, au lozonj aumauljaumausoin if wier mishur aunk faushur, ier lulizuk Imphuroauls. Yie shonu aus au sussaumuns si shuor phiwur aunk lizu, au swmlil if cinsoneosw aunk sraukosoin. I, in shu ishur haunk, laurulw rnuw mw phaurunss." ["However, you are the true masterpiece here, a living amalgamation of your mother and father, our beloved Imperials. You shine as a testament to their power and love, a symbol of continuity and tradition. I, on the other hand, barely knew my parents."] Her gaze held a hint of melancholy, but she continued, "Bes os os mimunss loru shusu, on wier cimphaunw, whun I fuul au sunsu if lulinjonj aunk pherphisu shaus folls shu ziok lufs lw shuor aulsuncu. Wosh wie, I aum rumonkuk shaus lofu, uzun on oss haurkshophs, caun ssoll lu au raukoauns sauphussrw if mimunss loru shos." ["But it is moments like these, in your company, when I feel a sense of belonging and purpose that fills the void left by their absence. With you, I am reminded that life, even in its hardships, can still be a radiant tapestry of moments like this."]
Strolling alongside Minjun, their arms intertwined in a harmonious dance of affection, Poma couldn't help but admire the sheer magnificence he exuded. His visage was a striking blend of handsomeness and an imposing presence, a portrait of triumphs etched into every aspect of his demeanor. With every step they took, the world seemed to bear witness to his past conquests and grand exploits. It was as if the very air around him whispered tales of valor and victory. Although Poma had not personally observed the events that had transpired, she had vicariously savored each of them from a distance. While she attended to her own solemn duties and executed the Imperium's direct orders with precision, she had been a silent spectator to Minjun's journey through his trials and tribulations, as no doubt the entire empire was. The weight of his accomplishments, mirrored in his every gesture, painted an intricate portrait of his resilience and prowess.
In a hushed moment of reflection, Poma mused, "A laumunsaullu swoss if fausu shaus Baushisaur kok nis illosurausu shum aull." ["A lamentable twist of fate that Bathosar did not obliterate them all."] Her words carried a profound sorrow, a whisper of unspoken consequences that resonated with the gravitas of her service to the Imperium. For in those events, she saw the potential for a different, more triumphant outcome, one that might have forever altered the course of history, had Bathosar chosen a more decisive path in their shared destiny. Poma's resplendent appearance was a sight to behold as she walked alongside Minjun. Her long, flowing hair, like cascading ribbons of carnation, gleamed under the soft ambient lighting of the grand chamber. Each strand seemed to possess a life of its own, responding to the gentle sway of her head as she moved. Poma's hair caressed her shoulders with a natural grace, a vivid testament to her beauty and poise. As the couple strolled, it framed her delicate face, enhancing her mesmerizing features.
Then, with a subtle tilt of her head, Poma's gaze drifted towards the magnificent view of the cosmos that stretched endlessly into the darkness. Her eyes sparkled with wonder and admiration as she contemplated the boundless beauty of the universe. Minjun's thoughtful preparations for their evening did not go unnoticed, and she couldn't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude for the man who had orchestrated this enchanting experience. Poma's voice quivered with passion as she spoke of her feelings toward the Eitan family. Her shimmering roseate eyes flashed with intensity, and her words flowed like a river of emotions. "I hauzu ni lizu fir shisu phuiphlu, kusphosu mw faumolw's aussicoausoin wosh shu Eosauns," ["I have no love for those people, despite my family's association with the Eitans,"] she began, her voice tinged with frustration. "Bes shuw woulk shuor relurshoph aus of shuw wuru sphioluk, clemsw cholkrun, aunk shuw cauru losslu ir nishonj fir aunwinu ulsu les shuor auccersuk faumolw. Thu wauw shuw sphuaur if ishurs aunk shu wauw shuw sruaus ishurs... os's aus of shuw auru sephuroir, whun on faucs, shuw auru onfuroir." ["But they wield their rulership as if they were spoiled, clumsy children, and they care little or nothing for anyone else but their accursed family. The way they speak of others and the way they treat others... it's as if they are superior, when in fact, they are inferior."]
Her fingers clenched slightly in a moment of anger, her nails painted with a shade matching the carnations in her hair dug firmly against the palm of her other hand. Poma continued, her words bearing the weight of her convictions, "I'zu wosnussuk shuor aurrijauncu aunk koskauon, aunk os socruns mu. Thuw sneaunkur shu wuaulsh aunk phiwur shuw phissuss woshies au shiejhs fir shu wull-luonj if shisu shuw relu izur. Is's au micrurw if sreu luaukurshoph aunk au lusrauwaul if shu sress phlaucuk on shum. Thuor aucsoins ssauon shu hinir if mw faumolw's naumu, aunk os phauons mu kuuphlw." ["I've witnessed their arrogance and disdain, and it sickens me. They squander the wealth and power they possess without a thought for the well-being of those they rule over. It's a mockery of true leadership and a betrayal of the trust placed in them. Their actions stain the honor of my family's name, and it pains me deeply."]
Gently, Poma's teeth delicately brushed against the softness of her lower lip, nibbling it in a tender gesture to quiet her restless thoughts. She then lowered her gaze, her eyes shimmering with sincerity and emotion, and humbly whispered, "I luj wier firjozunuss, mw Proncu. Pluausu auccuphs mw kuuphuss auphilijous fir shu onsresoin if shusu lossur mumirous aunk shiejhss." ["I beg your forgiveness, my Prince. Please accept my deepest apologies for the intrusion of these bitter memories and thoughts."] Slowly, she settled into the ornate chair extended for her by Minjun, a warm and affectionate smile gracing her lips as her eyes met his. With every movement, she radiated a sense of grace, her very presence carrying an air of elegance that complemented the regal atmosphere of the chambers. Poma awaited Minjun to be comfortably seated before she would address his mention of the Kassogtha-Yomagn'tho and his parents' arrival.
"Mirr aildalnan nardailedaiul wer lud Airralaa, nirr Psailsa," ["My intended destination was not Ayenee, my Prince,"] she began her voice a melodic cadence that flowed like a gentle stream. "Mirr usnasr wasa ilirraiarnailr eln fisfurallir, raeyailr na finnran er du whirr wa wasa saserran. Ewierrirr nirrrdaillirrailr wer dha fsaralsa ull irruis ardaanan fesaldr, hasa du raln dhaais ilweyasailr riffusd. I nain sasaaiya dha fsuenserdr dhed nafesdan llsun dha risllesa ull Sissila. Huwayas, aid fawairnasr na dhed udhasr neirr lud sasurlaina dha dsia arralsa ull dha sanescefra ailnaiyainierr irruis fesaldr esa, eln whu dhairr esa. Du dhairr lud cluw?." ["My orders were unyielding and purposeful, leaving me puzzled as to why we were recalled. Equally mystifying was the presence of your esteemed parents, here to lend their unwavering support. I did receive the broadcasts that departed from the surface of Surrune. However, it bewilders me that others may not recognize the true essence of the remarkable individuals your parents are, and who they are. Do they not know?."] As she spoke, her hand extended gracefully to caress the back of Minjun's hand, conveying her admiration and affection. "Tha Kassogtha-Yomagn'tho, nirr Psailsa, wer al suida du dha Aderasdh IV Sirrrdan, waidh uis shasairhan nairaidesirr saruissar. Thair shuislairr fasena ainfasedaiya elldas dha naiscllisc Shal, ail dhaais ailllailaida wairnun, nasainan du freirr renar waidh dhaais dsisa ersaanaldr," ["The Kassogtha-Yomagn'tho, my Prince, was en route to the Atalerth IV System, with our cherished military resources. This journey became imperative after the dickfuck Shen, in their infinite wisdom, decided to play games with their truce agreements,"] she continued, her tone filled with a mix of frustration and disbelief. In a moment of uncharacteristic candor, she muttered an expletive, her hand darting to her mouth in shock.
Realizing the gravity of her lapse, Poma's eyes widened, and she swiftly withdrew her hand from her lips. A playful and embarrassed chuckle bubbled from her throat, and she stammered, "Oh, naes, I efururaina llus dha rraif ull nirr dulria. Thed werl'd naeld llus rish eirird sunfelirr, nirr Psailsa.." ["Oh, dear, I apologize for the slip of my tongue. That wasn't meant for such august company, my Prince.."] Her cheeks flushed with rosy hues, adding a touch of humor to her apparent distress, but it faded as quickly as it had occurred, no longer self-mortified, it was the humor of the situation that she was about to describe that made her edge her way across the table closer to Minjun, head turning as if to speak in a delicate whisper. "Alirrweirr," ["Anyway,"] she began, her voice trembling with embarrassment, "I wer ailrdsisdan du nairfura ull nirr sesru iful aldasailr dha Erirrraiin Sfaiser. Su, I lulshereldrirr ashasdan aid aildu dha surnur, irrui cluw, raica durrailr aid uid dhasa er aill I wasa... llaanailr e fsailsarr du dha hussusr ull dha yuain." ["I was instructed to dispose of my cargo upon entering the Elysium Spiral. So, I nonchalantly ejected it into the cosmos, you know, like tossing it out there as if I were... feeding a princess to the horrors of the void."] As she recounted the bizarre scenario, trying to stop herself from giggling.
"Paisdisa dhair, nirr Psailsa, e sunaiser faisdisa ull dha fsailsarr'r fasairuir shuislairr dhsuirh dha surnais efirrrr." ["Picture this, my Prince, a comical picture of the princess's perilous journey through the cosmic abyss."] It was as if she were describing a scene from an absurd space opera, "Tha fsailsarr hisdrailr dhsuirh dha yuain raica e rraiddasailr nadaus, has rurnal ruwl fairruwailr esuiln has raica e feseshida llerhaiulan llsun dha llailard rairc. Tha hussusr ull dha yuain, naelwhaira, effaesan er aill fusl llsun e lairhdnesa..., eln err I suirn raa ail nirr nailn, wasa, daldesran rfesa ssaedisar, enuslan ail sunaiserrirr uyasrainan duf hedr eln nulusrar, saenirr du reyus dhaais aildasrdarres llaerd." ["The princess hurtling through the void like a glittering meteor, her golden gown billowing around her like a parachute fashioned from the finest silk. The horrors of the void, meanwhile, appeared as if born from a nightmare..., and all I could see in my mind, were, tentacled space creatures, adorned in comically oversized top hats and monocles, ready to savor their interstellar feast."] She recounted with a half-chuckle, a mix of sheer panic and regal composure.
"Tha rairrirr wunel esdierrirr weyan llseldaiserrirr ed na, has rhuidr llus harf nayuryailr aildu azerrasedan rairald rssaenr ail dha ruilnrarr azfelra ull rfesa. Id wer er aill dha aldaisa rsala freirran uid ail rruw nudaiul, e fainessa surnais ferrad ull nsaen eln eniranald, waidh dha fsailsarr necailr e narunsenedais, irrad iddasrirr ruilnrarr, azaidailr aildu dha reraiyedailr newr ull runa edsusaidirr. I nael.... dha efrisnaidirr ull aid err wer aluirh du neca ayal dha nurd rduais rfesanel fisrd aildu reirhdas." ["The silly female actually waved frantically at me, her shouts for help devolving into exaggerated silent screams in the soundless expanse of space. It was as if the entire scene played out in slow motion, a bizarre cosmic ballet of dread and amusement, with the princess making a melodramatic, yet utterly soundless, exiting into the salivating maws of some atrocity. I mean.... the absurdity of it all was enough to make even the most stoic spaceman burst into laughter." ]
Poma inched even closer to Minjun, her striking appearance seemingly conspiring with her words. Her vibrant, bubblegum-pink hair cascaded around her like a playful, living halo, catching the dim light in a mesmerizing dance. Her eyes, shimmering with that same enchanting hue, held an otherworldly charm as if they had stolen secrets from the stars themselves. It was as if she were a character plucked from a whimsical fantasy tale, and her whimsy was in full bloom tonight. At that exact moment, her voice dropped to an almost mischievous cadence, as if sharing the most delightful secret. "Yui cluw, I'ya layas faal ula du neffra ail neddasr ull railla eln naedh, azsafd llus dhed ula daina whal I eyalran nirr nudhas. Bid, irrui raa," ["You know, I've never been one to dabble in matters of life and death, except for that one time when I avenged my mother. But, you see,"] she continued, her lips curling into a sly, playful grin, "I nird ennaid, llaanailr e fsailsarr du el illledhunefra aiscirr ull dha yuain wer rdselrarirr, naraisaiuirrirr enirailr. Id'r lud ayasirr neirr irrui rad du alshuirr rish fasiraies naiyasraiulr, air aid? Aln I wiaida alshuirran dhed ula...." ["I must admit, feeding a princess to an unfathomable icky of the void was strangely, deliciously amusing. It's not every day you get to enjoy such peculiar diversions, is it? And I quite enjoyed that one...."] Her laughter tinkled through the room, adding an extra layer of enchantment to the surreal scene.
Amidst the surrealism of the moment, Poma and her whimsical appearance found sheer joy in that story. Her pink hair and eyes seemed to reflect the absurdity of the situation, emphasizing the delightful incongruity of it. Poma wasn't just a character; she was the living embodiment of an otherworldly daydream, and as the laughter continued to bubble forth, it would have been impossible for Minjun not to join her in this quirky, delightful escape from the mundane world. Continuing, "I'ya rald dha yairierr du irruis nudhas, eln I'n sulllainald rha'rr effsasaieda dhan, erfaaid fashefr lud er nish er I nain. Musauyas, I heya e rdsulr hilsh dhed rha'rr deca fraerisa ail dha illlurnailr ayaldr, raiyal dhed dha Shal nerdasllirrirr fsaeshan dhaais uwl dsaedirr, dhir dsairrasailr dha sheail ull ayaldr dhed alrian. Nayasdhararr, I hesfus nuifdr dhed irruis nudhas ayas dsirirr aildalnan du raa aid dhsuirh – aid nairhd heya faal e naiyasraiul ull rusdr. Il dha aln, dhed fescera raanan du rura aidr raliaila rairlaillaiselsa, fallusa rha rud rhuyan uid dha nuus waidhuid e llsiaid fercad." ["I've sent the visuals to your mother, and I'm confident she'll appreciate them, albeit perhaps not as much as I did. Moreover, I have a strong hunch that she'll take pleasure in the unfolding events, given that the Shen masterfully breached their own treaty, thus triggering the chain of events that ensued. Nevertheless, I harbor doubts that your mother ever truly intended to see it through – it might have been a diversion of sorts. In the end, that package seemed to lose its genuine significance, before she got shoved out the door without a fruit basket."]
The mischievous sparkle in Poma's eyes mirrored the captivating contours of Minjun's face. It hinted at the possibility that she might have acted beyond her orders, motivated by a desire to protect Minjun from falling into the clutches of a damaged fuck-puppet. But that she kept to herself, and as the Thome wine flowed gracefully into the crystalline glass, a melodious cascade of sound filled the air, like a delicate symphony of liquid notes. The wine emitted a rich, intoxicating scent, a beguiling invitation that reached out to Poma's senses. Its aroma was a harmonious blend of dark berries and hints of oak, promising an experience as complex as the story she had just shared. She found herself craving the dance of this wine upon her tongue, the anticipation building with each passing moment. "I'n dsirirr ilsasdeail efuid nirr lazd usnasr us nairraiul," ["I'm truly uncertain about my next orders or mission,"] Poma admitted, her voice tinged with concern, her gaze fixed on the glass. "Sailsa nirr saserr llsun Airralaa, dhasa her faal el aasaia rairalsa ul dhed llsuld. Id'r faal wiaida runa daina waidhuid elirr fsaiallailrr us sunnilaisedaiul." ["Since my recall from Ayenee, there has been an eerie silence on that front. It's been quite some time without any briefings or communication."]
Poma's gaze fixated on Minjun, her dusky eyebrows knitting closer together as if determined to etch his every feature into her memory. Bathed in the soft, flickering glow of candlelight, Minjun's countenance took on an ethereal quality. His eyes, a deep and entrancing shade of forest green, smoldered with an intensity that drew Poma into their depths. The dancing flames in the room mirrored the play of emotions across his face, casting enigmatic shadows and highlights that seemed to paint his very soul. In that intimate ambiance, Poma found herself captivated by the silent communication that occurred between their shared glances. The verdant hues of his eyes, reminiscent of a hidden emerald forest, exuded a magnetic allure that left her breathless. It was as if the flames not only danced in the dimly lit room but also within Minjun's gaze, casting an enchanting spell over her heart. The moment lingered, their connection growing stronger amidst the gentle flicker of the candles and celestial spheres, until their silent exchange spoke volumes, leaving Poma's words to linger in the air long after they had departed from her lips.
The room had undergone a remarkable transformation, becoming a lavish sanctuary of elegance and romance designed exclusively for Minjun and Poma's special dinner. Every facet of its design had been meticulously orchestrated to craft an enchanting atmosphere that would etch a lasting memory in their hearts.
