A daughter. Whom he could love and spoil and dote upon. Watch her grow and enjoy the finery of dresses and balls and music and dances and all the luxery of court.
Pearl exited sanirinse amid dissipating föllakzoid steam, dressing leisurely, feeling taut sore muscles relax further. Crossing to a storage chamber, unlocking, revealved munitions arsenal. Mostly old fashioned weapons, such as a Gauzia. Her father'd taught her to shoot, growing up on Turri IV, on the ranch. She touched the gun reverentially.
Through the dark rain, Baron Nicaise saw the sorcerer coming to him, bringing news, wringing his hands.