Enceladus

Vela approached the planet’s spacecraft dock. She had to leave without being seen but there were four guards in the way. She didn’t want to use her invisibility because that was too easy.

“Queen Vela,” one of them greeted as they noticed her.

Bæt.

Vela calmly unsheathed her sword and not too calmly decapitated a guard. She used her telekinesis to crush the second guard’s skull. On the last two guards she used her mind control, what she specialized in, and made them kill themselves.

Feeling satisfied, Vela jumped in a small ship and set course to Earth. She felt a dull pain in her chest at leaving Orion to be killed. It wasn’t powerful enough to make her go back but at least she knew she wasn’t a complete monster. Or was she? The Devil did take her soul.

She no longer wanted to be Queen—it had been 300 years—but she didn’t fake her death for that selfish of a reason. No, it was much bigger than her. She urgently needed to tell Amelia why. In the letter she wrote, she couldn’t tell Amelia about the changes. Someone would have found it. She also couldn’t tell her why she cancelled the treaty or faked her death. That had to be done in person.

Vela wanted to help her planet and knew that her daughter, crown Princess Cassiopeia wouldn’t have believed her old mother. Amelia would save their world.

Maybe for the second time if the King’s and my death caused an uproar, Vela thought.

Vela knew sentencing her own husband was cruel but it had to be done. Vela had to make up for what she’d done the past 500 years.

Starting with saving their planet.