A sleek black Celestia Lumina glided down the smooth, stone-paved roads of the capital, its chrome finish gleaming faintly under the midday sun. The luxury car was the signature ride of nobility, its presence alone parting traffic, the Federation's crest engraved subtly on the hood like a quiet declaration of status.
Inside, the interior was plush and silent, the outside world muffled by the car's advanced soundproofing. In the back seat, Elizabeth sat still, her snow-white hair cascading down her shoulders like silk. Her head rested gently against the tinted window, but her gaze wasn't focused on the passing world, it drifted far deeper, lost in thought.
The driver, a uniformed man with graying temples and a respectful tone, glanced at her through the rearview mirror.
"Lady Elizabeth," he said cautiously. "Would you like us to stop anywhere before we reach the estate?"
Elizabeth didn't shift. Her voice, soft yet composed, came without delay.
