Star Trek: Terra Alpha

"You know her?" Ashley asked suspicion and annoyance in her tone.

"Of course she does," Abby said with a sadistic smile. "We go back a long ways."

"Well, even a stopped clock is right twice a day," she said with resignation. Standing she snatched a muffin from a basket of pastries and patted George on the shoulder. "If you'll excuse me I have an appointment that needs attending to."

"I can't argue that," Ashley said.

George and Ashley looked at each other and sighed, "We'll do what we can. You'll like Victoria Underwood. She's a lot like you your majesty. You both have a certain level of ruthlessness."

"I'm not sure survive is the word I would use," Ashley commented off hand. The door burst open and George entered. He had the look of having slept in his suit, but his eyes were clear with sobriety, nor did he bring with him the scents of marijuana and seedy pubs. "Damn, I already missed the fight?"...

"I'm not sure survive is the word I would use," Ashley commented off hand. The door burst open and George entered. He had the look of having slept in his suit, but his eyes were clear with sobriety, nor did he bring with him the scents of marijuana and seedy pubs. "Damn, I already missed the fight?"...

"Dead. He ran afoul of Tiberius," Ashley replied coldly. "And I don't need an heir. You do."

"You shouldn't say that," Ashley replied. "I want it even less than George wants it. I suggest you hurry up and get in the family way before one of your flemsy allies decide you're more trouble than you are worth."

Ashley smiled sweetly, "So, that's what we're calling it now? I'm sorry I wasn't sure."

She smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. "Of course your majesty" she replied. ~Still a complete bitch I see,~ she thought to herself. She took a seat smoothing out her skirts. This was exactly why she hadn't been home since she was eighteen. How George managed was beyond her. "So, Duke of Essex, d...