The long-awaited rainy season had arrived in Titan at the end of June. The one-week long torrential downpour washed away the once-scorching heats of the earth, bringing with it breeziness and humidity to the intolerable Dulin.
It was the twenty-seventh. On this hazy day, the youngest son of the Andrews awoke from his warm blanket. His girlfriend unwillingly complained, though still unable to resist the temptations of sleep due to her exhaustion. Alanis had put the agenda of giving birth as an imperial purpose, and she and her husband had been putting in great efforts every night.
"Let her sleep, don't wake her up." His Imperial Highness ordered his Household Manager.
Colonel Vick nodded in understanding. He was concurrently the Household Manager as well as the Secretary and was pleased with his positions. When his friends would introduce him as the blue-eyed Colonel of the Guards, the people would be blown away by the positions he had held.
