Ilya sits at a table while on the capital planet, inside a impenetrable palace, she was silent as her husband talked with imperial officials and other important people from around The Empire. One pair of Ilya's four arms were tucked in her traditional dress, her tail was playfully wrapped around her husband's leg, she looked to the side, looking out a window, the sky of the capital planet has always been beautiful to her, but it could never compare to the beauty of her own home planet "A lovely sight indeed..." Ilya whispered to herself, not wanting to interpret her husband's conversation