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everything. From the amount of coin her household was allowed to spend, to the upholding of laws passed by her father. If the Emissars had their way, they would strip the planet back to how it was a thousand years ago, before the first of her bloodline conquered the planet with their superior spacecraft and weaponry.
    “I’m ready.” She lifted her head, straightened her back, put an expression on her face that was both haughty and cold, and went out to the front of the shop to see the guards stood talking to each other. Only when they cast a glance through the window and saw her did they straighten up and stand to attention.
    “Are you all done, My Princess?” Hosta asked tilting her head forward in respect, although they both knew it was an act. Hosta still thought of herself as a superior member of the court.
    “Yes, thank you.”
    “Here is the dress. All wrapped up for you.” Hosta handed a dress box to Rian.
    “Thank you. I will send the required coin directly.” It was the price of Hosta’s loyalty, even though Tallia did not need another dress. For Hosta it meant other ladies would see the princess wearing her dress and rush here to buy something similar. Not if my head is no longer attached to my shoulders, but Tallia smiled and kept that thought to herself.
    “My Princess.” One of the guards, Danicle, bowed as she came out. “We were concerned.”
    “I was purchasing a dress. Do you know how much time it takes? A decision over a new dress cannot be rushed.” Her voice was hard, formal. These guards belonged to the Emissar, not to her.
    “No, My Princess.” A look of contempt crossed his face.
    She ignored him and walked off, her eyes searching for the elusive silvery man who should be here waiting for her. He was not. She allowed herself one moment of worry before she lifted her chin up and took a deep breath. She would find another way, yet she was consumed with disappointment that Misha’Ha had made a mistake. One more person she could not depend on.

Chapter Four – Johar
    The upper town was out of bounds for most of the people from the lower market. Today one of those people was Johar. Maybe it was the dirt on his clothes from the fight, maybe it was the way his tattoos shone eerily in the sunlight, he couldn’t tell, but the guards at the gates turned him away.
    He smiled. One thing about living like this, it gave him a unique insight into the lives of normal everyday people. No wonder on some of the planets he had visited, there had been uprisings where the peasants revolted and took power. Not like here on Carinia, where a spoilt princess got to make up the rules as she went along.
    Although he heard that was about to change, and the Emissars were stealing power back from the monarchy. Good for them , he thought. Wait. He was about to become one of those monarchs, or at least the sex slave of one of them.
    That thought stirred something inside him. It was a long time since he had really desired a woman. A long time since he had lain with a woman. Whores did nothing for him, he needed some kind of deeper connection, it was why he had run from his old life, rather than being forced to marry a woman his father would chose for him for the sake of their clan.
    Was that why he had agreed to be the plaything of a princess? Because he actually desired her? Maybe. He didn’t know. What he did know was that the life of a trader no longer held the appeal it once had. Krigan would tell him it was his biological clock ticking away. That his sense of duty to his own family to produce an heir to carry on the family name was embedded in his DNA, and his past was now beginning to catch up with him.
    Or maybe he simply wanted to mess with her and make her see that there was no room for princesses in these changing worlds.
    Hell, they even wore those long dresses here. Did they not know they lived in a time of space travel, not fairy tales?
    As he thought, he moved. Away from the guards, he headed to a