Sanabria rubbed her bleary eyes and tried to focus on the papers in front of her. Her desk was crowded with battle reports and ration orders that had to be approved. She glanced up at the mirrored wall across from her and cringed. Her hair was disheveled and her clothes were rumpled. Her eyes were red from fatigue and puffy. Good grief. she muttered. Who is that? Sanabria ran a hand over her face. There was a knock at her door and with a heavy sigh she told whoever it was to come in. "Hello favorite cous...oh, my goose! Your face!" Sanabria lifted her head and glared at her older cousin, Resa. She was carrying a tray with a sandwich and a cup of tea. Setting the tray down on the desk, Resa pulled the papers away from the young queen. "You're going to make yourself sick, little cousin. Come on and eat. Sanabria thought about protesting but she smelled the melted cheese and mushrooms and relented. Thanks, Resa. I would have forgotten to eat.