As she sat on her lightly coloured throne - a throne that resembled a Japanese traditional fan - she; the Daugter Empress saw her subjects approaching her. 'They are probably here to ask something of me.' she thought with intuitiveness.

  The Daughter Empress was known as a ruler of a neighbouring country of Joffrey's domain. This land was much smaller, and she seldom had the want to lead these people. She never did lead them, in truth it was her Fatherthat pulled the strings and told her what to say. He put a monitor inside of her ear, out of the people's view and would tell her exactly what to say. She was a diversity hire. The Fatherwas the previous Emperor and felt his reign falling so he decided to make her the Emperor before His reign fully collapsed, and it worked. Nobody knows it is him who works through her like a finger puppet.

  She was your average 17 year old in terms of intelligence, she even looked average, neither overly beautiful and definately not ugly. Most times when the subjects or citizens would ask something of her deep down she wouldn't know what to say but sometimes in her mind she would guess what the solution would be, her solution. And when her Father spoke through the monitor, what she thought was right ended up being wrong. Even though she had a 'solution' she had a bit of doubt at all times because of her age and being in this political position at this age. She would never say her answer, in fear that it was wrong.

  "M'lord and M'lady" said one of her subjects, swishing his arms to the one side and bowing slightly with his right hip. He looked a bit strange to the average Joe. He was a short little creature covered in camouflage drapes. With his face having gas mask like appendages so he could breath and be heard audibly when speaking. He was mockingly fake in the way he spoke.

  She rolled her eyes because if his such fake, mockingly tone.

  As she rolled her eyes the guards around her came forward in all four directions. North, East, South and West with their spears to try to kill this subject. The subjects name didn't have a well known name so they called him "Edwod". Edwod looked ready to accept his fate but was a bit nervous of being cut by the spears or just A spear in general. The reason why didn't mind dying is because he is a bratty little thing that doesn't think about the consequences of dying. In fact if given the choice he would rather die.

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  "Wait stop!" Cried out the Daughter Empress as they were about to kill him. The Daughter Empress forgot that her Fatherimplemented a new rule to add fear to the people under 'her' rule. That anybody she rolls eyes to, is to be executed on site.

  The guards stopped and moved back to their respective positions around the throne room.

  "What were you saying, Edwod?" She sounded a bit irritated. She was irritated of the scenario that just unfolded.

  Edwod continued; "The sex slaves trade is at an all time high and it's needs to be stopper immediately."

  The Daughter Empress felt a bit disdained by Edwod's bad English. It was the only known language he spoke but he didn't speak it well.

  The Daughter Empress felt a bit aroused by the mention of sex slaves because she herself wanted to be one but couldn't but she often fantasized about it. She always hid her feelings and tried to keep a non-sexual image. Her Fatherdid his best to prevent that. He would have been embarrassed with himself if he didn't try to prevent it. He also thought that if she didn't have a sexual image it would promote fear into the people under 'her' rule and that having a sexual image would ruin the rule he wanted for her.

  She went and leaned back on her throne to think, and before he responded in the monitor, she remembered what he said to her once; 'To coerce power means to have authority over someone; and to have authority over someone means to have consequences for their actions!' She remembered that he had said it sternly too. But the Fatherfelt that when he said this to her, he was wasting it.

  Then suddenly, faster than a bullet, he spoke through the monitor and the information was in her brain before she could take her next half breath.

  “It seems that this rise could be linked to the rise of sex slaves under ownership of Joffrey and his domain. The best thing we could do is to contact him…or to meet with him.” She said it as harshly as her Fatherwanted it. She seemed a bit proud of

  It despite her feelings of such nonsense to her.