Minister Soriya stood at her window. It was late, and she should be sleeping, but she found there was far too much on her mind.
Her fine robes swished as she leaned against the frame, gazing at the stars. Her long black hair picked up a slight breeze. Everything felt so much simpler at night. The stars didn't argue politics or require compromises.
She felt almost free. Of her duties, and her worries.
And yet there were some things one just could not ignore. The Minister of Control, gone so quickly. This country was truly starting to collapse as predicted. Soriya almost felt excitement for the start of a new era, yet a part of her knew that the old one would drag her down with it.
Survive . . . what could she do to survive?