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"You were eager to not have me consider her," Atlas pointed out.

"Your majesty, I deemed that she be seen as a last resort...if all the other options did not appeal to you," Thyron said. "The administrator of Planet Neyon is the only other elite human whose promiscuity surpasses yours."

Atlas threw him a gaze.

"I mean," Thyron corrected himself, "the lady is widely known to be a seductress who uses her body as a bargaining chip for political influence," he continued. "If you have concerns about your marriage being seen as a means towards your lady securing more access to empire politics rather than a union, then I vehemently suggest you make a choice from the other options available."

Atlas nodded thoughtfully. "She might use her body to get what she wants...but that is a great body though. ..I see your point. Next."

Another figure dominated the hologram screen and Atlas's mouth went dry. Those specifications he had always had whenever he considered a lady...she met them all.

She had golden brown hair and sharp brown eyes, and full, plump lips. Her high cheekbones accentuated the symmetry of her facial features. Dark lashes framed her eyes. 

"She is beautiful," Atlas said thoughtfully. 

"The daughter of the Administrator of Trenox," Thyron informed him. "Her family has the second strongest bloodline after your family.  And it is no news that Trenox is one of the largest commerce bases of the Twelve Planet Galaxy. They are miners of gold, copper and silver. You must know the DiCaro family who are the leaders of Trenox- very powerful family. "

"Comes from a good family too," Atlas noted. "Another check."

"She is skilled in all the universal alien languages and is sharp-witted. Her hobbies are fencing and hover-diving," Thyron said. 

"Interesting-" Atlas was saying.

"-But...your majesty, the princess is said to not only be sharp-witted, but sharp-tongued as well. I believe that is her only fault," Thyron said. 

"Fault?" Atlas asked. "I like a woman that speaks her mind. Send a transmission to the Administrator of Trenox and see how soon we can set up a meeting. I have made my choice."

Thyron nodded.  

"....The Carina is now dropping from hyperspace. We will enter the orbit of Planet Boo-10 in a few more minutes…" came the computerized voice of the ship's expert system. 

"We're home," Atlas said, a tired look on his face. "How many more meetings do I have for the day before I turn in?"

"I will find out from your sister," Thyron replied. "See the ones she's attended to and the ones needing your attention."

Atlas nodded and he dismissed the screen of the princess of Trenox before him, pausing just once to watch her features. The screen that had his message transmission came on and as their ship neared the space station, more transmissions began to bombard his lines.

He gave a sigh as he pulled up the screen containing his messages and began to sort them out for importance and relevance as his adviser and aide assumed another seat at the command nexus and grabbed the wheels, taking control in order to properly dock the ship as soon as they reached the space station gate. 

The capital planet, home of the most diverse combination and breed of intelligent creatures of the Twelve Planet Galaxy, Boo-10 stayed suspended in the distance, miles and miles of space between it and the Imperial space station that stood in geostationary orbit.

Most rulers and overseers of planets were hardly planet dwellers, content with staying on starships and space stations close to the planets they oversaw. The reason for this was not hard to fetch. It was so that intergalactic journeys- as the leaders of these planets were known to make very frequently- were easier: not having to launch a ship to space, but just boarding a ship from the space station and jumping into hyperspace. 

Now, Thyron docked The Carina starship as they reached the space station.