All kinds... angry and happy, kind and cruel, male and female, young and old. People whose priorities and outlook are completely different from mine.

[Her eyes take on a faraway look. It is the remembrance that's causing her head to hurt..?]

Emperors and empresses, all of them. Well, most. A few were "mere" kings and queens, and those lived as mere nobles.

[Her half-pained smile takes a wry turn. Even after all the sacrifices Karl Reiss made - not least great numbers of his people -, he still ensured that his family would be able to lead comfortable lives in the walled paradise he built. How much information, she wonders, does Sunny retain from the harried explanations she gave him in the distress of the first Crossing?]