The silver tassels and silver plate that hung from the Princess's waist swayed gently.
Engraved upon them was her full name, as well as that Scripture passage, which her mother had favored most.
"This grace is sufficient for us to squander."
Mira watched Anos, who moved with stiff motions, slowly, very slowly, opening the door before stepping inside.
After following in, Mira closed the door and asked,
"Have you ever thought about becoming the Emperor?"
Anos turned slowly, a complex expression on her face. She then brought a hand to her forehead and sighed lightly,
"Mira, that's not a good question."
Mira, puzzled, asked,
"Why isn't it a good question?"
Anos sighed again and after pondering for a while, she said softly,
"Before Laslo was born... it was I who was to inherit everything of the Empire.
That is why, even at the age of twenty, I have yet to be betrothed."
