First light finds the Mayoress, Lady Ysabelle, already at work on the day's business.  Her study shutters are flung wide to allow the morning light to reach her desk, and she pores over various reports--crop estimates, tax records, requests from higher up, the minutes from the last council meetings...council?  Such as it is!  Starlight is barely large enough to warrant a Mayor, so the 'council' consists of whoever should decide to attend an announced meeting.<br/><br/>A servant girl, unnoticed by her mistress, delivers a pot of tea and a light breakfast.<br/><br/>The dark-haired beauty sighs and reaches for the tea shortly after the girl politely withdraws, mourning her relocation to this tiny little excuse for a town far from the delights of civilization.  But this is her punishment, in a sense, in the form of a reward she could not refuse.<br/><br/>