Mingyue looked up. "For royalty?"
"For the royals and the families with huge contributions," Alex said. "Founding bloodlines. War hero clans. The ones who built the Empire's backbone."
As their families grew through generations, their numbers became huge. But there were barely any good rumors about them.
Most news said they lived lazily, doing whatever they wanted. True parasites on the Empire's economy.
Mingyue's eyes narrowed. "So the Empire rewards them with an entire planet."
"Not just rewards," Alex said. "It also keeps them close. They think it's protection, but I think it's also to watch over them."
Alex understood the concept. The Empire was showing them that their family and descendants could live however they wanted, without care. But the moment they went against the Empire, they would be massacred.
Mingyue stared out the window again as more ships joined the stream.
"So Proxima is A," she said. "Which means… even being there is hard."
