Chapter Ninety-Four:
Aunties, Algorithms, and the Forbidden Archive of Cock
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Spartari Security Checkpoint 018, Planetary Orbit, Mid-Morning
There are many things one expects of a galactic princess: grace, discipline, a spine forged of silver protocol and perfumed propriety.
Hailey Athena had, until recently, embodied all of those traits like a walking diplomatic nuke wrapped in thigh-high boots.
But for the past few weeks?
Hailey had been... off.
Her staff had noticed it first. The subtle stutters in her command cadence. The way she would glare at screens as if daring them to show her his face. Her short temper had returned with a vengeance, and her officers were now collectively terrified of breathing too loudly during briefings.
The cause?
A man.
