As Empress of the Shirian Empire, I sit across from a Linraki girl, who’d been caught on our grounds a few months ago. I lift my finger to assure the guards that I could handle myself alone; so they leave

I focus back onto the girl. She hasn’t moved an inch nor touched her plate. Interesting. Even with those shackles removed, she shows no ambition of fleeing. I clear my throat, feigning a dull attitude

“Have you no appetite? I’ve been generous enough to feed you, yet you reject my offerings.”