You don't know the half of it. Barrayar's a hard pill to swallow for most galactics, but my mother seems to have found a way to exist outside of the Vor system entirely. She's frighteningly brilliant -- used to be an astrophysicist and Survey captain, you know, before she married my father -- so practical it makes the rest of us look like fools, and unnervingly direct. She got so fed up with Vor politics that once, she ended a civil war just to retrieve my uterine replicator. Took the head of the pretender to the Imperium in a boutique bag back to my father and his council and told them she'd gone shopping. I'm told the look on my grandfather's face was priceless. She's also the kindest and most compassionate woman I've ever known. Half the planet is terrified of her.
Of course, half the planet's terrified of my father, too, and the really smart ones are terrified of both.
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Of course, half the planet's terrified of my father, too, and the really smart ones are terrified of both.