In the aftermath of the meeting, the thrum of voices quietened, and the delegates dissipated from the room like whispers of a forgotten conversation.
The soft murmurs of their parting words blended with the pulsating hum of the holographic map, creating a lullaby that filled the silence.
Left to the solitude of his thoughts, Prince Chronos remained seated on his throne, a silent sentinel amidst the lingering echoes of a council that spanned galaxies.
A sigh, as deep and heavy as the responsibility he carried, slipped past his lips.
His secretary, Miko leaned toward him with an air of concern.
Her uniform was modest, the insignia of a United Alliance of Tertius (UAT) cadet emblazoned over her heart, but it did little to hide the curves that shaped her feminine figure.
With a tilt of her head and a flutter of her eyelashes, she broke the silence with a gentle inquiry.
"Prince Chronos,"
Her voice held a touch of playfulness,
