Ghanima pushed the door open softly, boots treading lightly over the floor. "These are my quarters, and we can get you a room of your own later, if you wish. But there is someone here that you should meet first."
Alia stepped through the door, her eyes taking in Ghanima's Fremen redecoration of the rooms before coming to rest on Alice, one eyebrow raising in inquiry.
She had not seen Alia since that class of Ghanima's, long ago, but the blue-on-blue eyes were unmistakable. Alice got to her feet.
"A Queen in exile, who plays at being a consort," she said. "Self-imposed exile, which is preferable to the alternative. I've birthed an Atreides but I'm not of royal blood -- only a pawn who fought her way to the end of the chessboard. I suppose one appreciates a crown more, paying for it with blades. I'm Alice, and you're Alia, isn't that so?"
She executed a proper curtsy, to end that little bit of madness.
"She's not my spoil," Ghanima laughed, moving past her aunt. "If anything, the water rings are her ghanima, although it's no game she plays, no matter how contrary she's being today."
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Ghanima pushed the door open softly, boots treading lightly over the floor. "These are my quarters, and we can get you a room of your own later, if you wish. But there is someone here that you should meet first."
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"A spoil of war, Ghanima?"
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"A Queen in exile, who plays at being a consort," she said. "Self-imposed exile, which is preferable to the alternative. I've birthed an Atreides but I'm not of royal blood -- only a pawn who fought her way to the end of the chessboard. I suppose one appreciates a crown more, paying for it with blades. I'm Alice, and you're Alia, isn't that so?"
She executed a proper curtsy, to end that little bit of madness.
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