Scream

The Middle Planetary Belt– Planet Destra – The Throne Hall

"Father, it has been months of these meetings. Won't you grant me what I seek?" The son, Harry, spoke in a pleading tone. "I keep receiving reports from my dominion, and things are not going well there."

The patriarch of House Destra had listened to them all from the very first meeting, yet he had never granted them what they had come for outright. Instead, he convened new meetings every few days, silently watching as they argued amongst themselves, only to announce, once again, that the meeting was postponed.

The head of House Destra smiled. "And what is the harm in spending some time with your father? We do not gather every day, after all."