A hologram of an older, petite slightly graying woman appeared in front of Derrick and the two women. “Moving now Sire,” Tempro said as it vanished. Sighing Derrick could see their point of view, truly he could, but he also knew he had to keep going as the throne had been vacant too long, the empire was in chaos and it deserved to return to its formal glory. Holding his mother close he tried to reassure her as much as he could telling her that he’d listen to any ideas she and his Gram had to keep him safe. Sitting up a thought filled his mind, E? Please, my son be careful.” Here Sherry O’Toma held him tighter, her blonde hair falling over his shoulder her slender body still shaking from her fear. “If either of you need me, I will be with my family, I take it you put them in my quarters?” Derrick asked.
