Far away from Helion Bastion Twelve, in the inner territories of the Human Alliance, the Arcturus family had its own problems.
Though they cannot be considered similar to what other smaller families tend to have.
No one in the Arcturus main estate was wondering whether the family could survive the next storm, or whether one failed investment would break them.
The Arcturus name already carried weight across multiple sectors, and their fleets, shipyards, academies, and old alliances were enough to make most families careful when dealing with them.
But being strong did not mean being free of pressure.
If anything, it meant more eyes.
More politics where everyone around you is trying to take over whenever you show weakness, just because they can.
Cassian Arcturus sat in his private study, one hand resting against the side of his cup while a large strategic display hovered over the desk in front of him.
