"…I suggest we form a unified front and go to his aid immediately."
"Why are you speaking in the plural?" Hilary arched an eyebrow, her tone dripping with mockery. "Do you think that just because you've managed to gather four fleets and sew some matching uniforms for your soldiers, you've suddenly become one of us?"
"…" Helen lowered her gaze, her lips pressing together, a blend of frustration and embarrassment visible in her expression.
Hilary commanded a Centennial Empire with twenty-five fully armed fleets. Harry, her twin in ambition but not temperament, ruled over ninety-eight planets and possessed twenty-two fleets of his own. In comparison, Helen's achievements still looked like the fragile beginnings of a dream she hadn't yet earned the right to claim.
