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THE SHIP WAS LARGE AND HARD TO NAVIGATE AROUND, thus why Astrid was glad she had the company of Satine. The woman was wise and loved to share a piece of her insight with others. It was what made Satine a perfect neutral party in the war. The heiress understood the hard position the Duchess was in, and she attempted to ease her nerves, though with much fail.
"How's your mother doing?" Satine asks, shifting the conversation from politics to something less controversial. Astrid was thankful, it was hard talking about politics to someone just as stubborn as she was.
Astrid smiles softly and nods, "she's doing okay. You should come to visit sometime, Apollo has changed quite drastically since you last visited."
"I assumed so," Satine nods with a smile, "say, when all of this is over, I will visit on one condition."
"Oh?" Astrid raises an eyebrow curiously as they turn into one of the private quarters of the Duchess. It was how anyone would expect royalty to stay. The wall held small wooden beams that held up decorated off-white panels with motifs and reliefs all over them. The carpet was a royal red and velvety.
