The bird’s eye view of melding that she now occupied made her wonder how hard her Vulcan ancestors had truly struggled to escape its grips.  All she had to do is remember any moment she mated with Elizabeth and surrendering the feeling was impossible.  She wondered how Elizabeth would react if she were to entertain the seductive advances of another woman.  

Kennard searched herself with cold dispassionate logic.  True Vulcan nature was even more passionate than Terran or Romulan.  Vulcan’s had nearly destroyed themselves with their passion for one another.  It was this fact that moved Surak to conclude that passion must be bridled by logic and to seek to control it entirely by the discipline of Kolinar.

Christina was not in the habit of self-delusion.  She understood that her passion for Elizabeth would not go away simply because it defied logic.  She also knew that she did not want it to.  The only question that gave her pause was how Elizabeth felt. Elizabeth’s response to the Princess told her that her mate needed the open display of desire that she was not able to give her.

She was the product of centuries of emotional control as well as longer centuries of passion.  Could she give Elizabeth the complete satisfaction that her heart demanded? 

The answer again came from her mother.  She was the warrior daughter.

“Director!”

“Your Highness” Katrina responded to the imperious tone.

“Does the Crown Princess cower and await challengers to overtake her?”

Katrina stiffened at the insult “Of course not majesty.”

“Dress me to address the subjects of Allegra as such before we depart.”

“At once” Katrina bowed and led Christina to the Royal Chambers.

The subjects of Allegra, the Royal Consort and the Royal Escort rose as one as the sentry announced the Crown Princess of Antares.

Christina Warrior Princess strode into the theatre.  A hush came over the crowd.  There was no mistaking the feminine power and confidence that the woman exuded.  She was dressed in a short belted tunic of yellow gold that glimmered and clung to her toned body.  The royal blue mantle held by a gold clasp flowed behind her.

She turned and looked at the assembly hands on her hips.  Laced two inch fighting boots stopped just below her knees.  Jeweled weapons adorned her boots and belt.  She was strong and lethal, muscles rippled with every movement.  There was not a doubt in any mind that looked at her that she was as dangerous and as sexy as she looked.  This was a woman driven both by passion and power. 

“Daughters return me to my mother a woman.”  The sincerity of the request pierced every heart. Christina spoke the words of Allegra and Antares and they echoed to the planets Vulcan, Romulus and Earth.

“Remember us when you are Queen” they shouted in joy.

Surrendering to the freedom of playing the role that her Captain commanded her Christina walked over to where Elizabeth knelt in deference to the Crown.  She watched as Elizabeth struggled under the constraints of their mission and the pull of their meld to one another. 

“It is good that you suffer” Christina stated casually in a voice so low that she knew only Elizabeth could hear.  “I thought that I was very clear that you are no longer free.  I can understand your attraction to the woman who is my twin in body and face.  You will discover that satisfaction is an entirely different matter, enjoy her if you can.”

For the crowd and for Elizabeth she publicly stated “Arise you are my chosen Consort.  Let us be homebound.”

The minute Christina touched her shoulder it was over.  On wobbly legs she rose with one intent… to claim her again.