"Without him, there would be no beginning, middle, or end. It was only thanks to his existence that humanity took the first step towards the top of all races. He is our God-Emperor, our savior, and at the same time, our perdition." Excerpt from a 1321 Imperial Year study on the God-Emperor of Humanity.
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Lyarra touched the window of her spaceship and felt the coldness of space, but she paid no attention to it, only to the planet floating calmly in space.
Unlike Invernus, which was a frozen planet to its core, the planet before her was turquoise and floated behind a purple and blue galaxy. It was so beautiful that it made her forget to breathe for a moment.
This was the sacred planet of the human race, the core of political and military power, the center of all human civilization.
Planetos.
Being the first time seeing the mother planet, Lyarra couldn't help but feel happy. If the plans were right, she would spend most of her life on this planet amidst palace intrigues and politics.
Suddenly, Lyarra noticed a fleet of enormous warships leaving the planet and heading towards the exit of Visenya's Wall. Looking at the symbol of the Blood Angels, she knew it was the Blood Angels Legion departing to conquer new worlds for the Imperium.
"Amazing, isn't it? Who would have imagined we would reach this level." Hearing the female voice behind her, Lyarra looked at Arya, who had appeared beside her.
"Our civilization was stagnant for over eight thousand years. Since the Wall in the North was erected, no progress has been made, in magic or technology. There was no invention of gunpowder, cars, or spaceships; we were like an indigenous civilization on these backward planets." Arya said with a calm but nostalgic tone, remembering her adventures in space in the year 982 of the Imperial Year.
"But because of him, we are where we are, conquering more and more planets, enslaving races to be our miners and cannon fodder in our wars. We left this planet to become one of the most powerful races in the universe." Arya spoke with a cold and indifferent tone, as if she didn't care about the fate of these enslaved races.
After living so long, she learned that the struggle for resources was even crueler in the Space Age. Without these resources, the entire civilization would stop, and when there were no more resources, the civilization would collapse from within.
So, the human race could not stop; there would be more and more war, more and more struggles for resources. Whoever takes a step back will declare the destruction of their own civilization.
In this, human greed and selfishness finally revealed themselves to be precious, for only with these two feelings did the human race go from a minor race to what it is today, controlling 15% of the entire Milky Way in just over five hundred years.
"Jon is amazing." Arya said with a smile, but her words made Lyarra look at her great-aunt with a touch of coldness in her gaze.
"Aunt, stop referring to the Emperor by that name. If the Inquisition hears, House Stark could be affected because of your words." Lyarra commented with a more indifferent and less elegant tone.
She couldn't believe Arya could speak without fear of the consequences. The Emperor might allow such a thing, but the Emperor's subjects and fanatics would never allow the sacred, noble, and majestic image of the Emperor to be tarnished by a mortal and common name like Jon.
"You know more than anyone how crazy the Inquisition is, so stop being so irresponsible and act with a little more seriousness." Lyarra spoke with a truly irritated tone. Although many might think it was an exaggeration, she knew that many had been killed for much less.
Arya frowned and looked at Robb's granddaughter with an unpleasant expression. She spoke, crossing her arms over her chest. "I am not your vassal, and I certainly don't want to hear my brother's granddaughter lecturing me about responsibility."
"If you had a little responsibility, you would know that I am doing this for the good of the family, but you, who abandoned everything to venture into the stars, will never know what responsibility truly is." Lyarra was direct, short, and blunt.
Arya seemed offended by Lyarra's words, but instead of arguing with such a young child, she simply turned and left without looking back. She would never admit that Lyarra's words were right.
What was wrong with pursuing one's own dreams? The family would be safe with Jon's protection, so she set off for the stars without any hesitation. Marriage, romance, and dresses were never something she wanted.
Lyarra snorted, watching Arya's back disappear from her sight. In her eyes, having been trained from an early age to take on responsibilities, Arya's casualness and lack of responsibility were signs of immaturity.
Didn't she also have dreams? She did, but instead of following those sweet and innocent childhood dreams, she had to grow up and take on responsibilities.
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Spaceships of different sizes, colors, and coats of arms filled the sky above the Continent of Essos. They looked like shooting stars tearing through the sky in fire and light.
The Imperial Palace, which covered half of all the Old Nine Free Cities, looked more like a huge megacity. Billions of people in one city, truly making it an impressive sight.
The entire palace was divided into three parts: the outer area, the inner area, and the core, where the Imperial Palace could truly be seen rising as an enormous monument capable of inspiring awe with its size.
The Imperial Palace was red, black, and gold, shining in the sun, making everything even more dazzling. One hundred towers pointed upwards, like spears piercing the sky. A gigantic golden wall surrounded the palace for one hundred kilometers.
The wall had three gates, each gate had a golden dragon head. The dragons' mouths were the entrance to the core of the Imperial Palace.
When House Stark's Spaceship landed in the hangars, in the Inner Area, a group of maids and soldiers were already waiting for the future duchess's arrival. The ramp descended, and Lyarra, accompanied by Arya, finally touched the ground of Planetos.
"Lady Lyarra, Lady Arya, Princess Saera has already notified us of your arrival and ordered us to prepare your chambers." A woman wearing elegant green clothes with her hair styled in a bun said with a gentle and warm tone.
Arya looked at her niece with a touch of sarcasm; Princess Saera's sexual orientation was more than known, so Eddard Stark's daughter looked at her great-niece with sarcasm, as if to say: The perfect lady of House Stark was having fun with the princess in bed.
Lyarra ignored Arya and looked at the woman, more precisely, at the dragon brooch on her chest. It was a blue dragon, the personal emblem of the Princess Regent.
"I appreciate the Princess's hospitality." Lyarra said with a gentle and elegant tone. She was too lazy to talk to Arya and explain that having friends in Planetos was better than having enemies.
"Please follow me, the Princess Regent and Princess Saera are waiting in the gardens." The woman in green gestured for everyone to follow her and spoke with an even gentler tone.
Lyarra nodded and followed behind the woman in green; she brought only three maids and nothing else. It would be too rude to arrive with dozens of maids at the Princess Regent's gardens. Arya followed, ready to meet Alysanne again after so long.
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Lyarra's first impression of the Princess Regent was her beauty. She was as beautiful as a perfect goddess. Her hair, skin, eyes, mouth, and body—there wasn't a single flaw that could be found in the Princess Regent.
She was so beautiful that she made people forget to breathe, especially after looking into her eyes. Hypnotizing, beautiful, elegant, graceful. Lyarra had a thousand words to describe the Imperial Princess's beauty.
Perhaps noticing that what she was doing was rude, Lyarra regained her composure. She held the ends of her dress and slightly curtsied.
"It is an honor to meet you, Princess Regent, I am the Heiress of House Stark, Lyarra." Lyarra introduced herself perfectly, always exuding an elegant and graceful aura.
"You look like your grandmother, although Val is definitely wilder." Alysanne, who was four meters tall, spoke with an amused tone, remembering the wife of Duke Stark.
Alysanne wore a pair of tight white pants, a blue military suit, and her beautiful hair was styled in a ponytail.
Lyarra let out a laugh, making the atmosphere light and pleasant, eliminating any barriers both women had before meeting.
"You look stronger, Aly." Unlike Lyarra, Arya simply sat at the marble table where only Alysanne and Saera were sitting.
The maids serving around couldn't help but look at the bold woman who spoke to the Sun of the Imperium, a true Goddess of the Golden Lineage, so informally.
"Aunt Arya is always so free; it's truly like a breath of fresh air. Sit down too, Lyarra." Alysanne didn't mind the informality and even laughed. She already knew her father's sister, especially the woman's personality.
Lyarra looked coldly at Arya and sat next to Saera, who showed a happy look at the woman's actions.
"What were you talking about? It seemed serious." Picking up an apple, Arya asked curiously.
Alysanne looked at it and said nothing. "We were talking about the envoys of a race that introduced themselves as The Aeldari."
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