"You cannot be serious."
"I am! Apparently, there's some king out there who wants to really tuck his daughter in." Harper showed Beka the flexi.
She scanned the ad quickly. "I don't believe it. He's paying 5,000 thrones for every eligible bedtime story? This is a dream come true!"
"And what makes you think that this king will actually pay?" asked Tyr, coming around the corner.
"Well, he has to. Some of the top universities are sending stories in. He can't say every single one of them stank," Harper reasoned.
Holographic Rommie appeared suddenly. "This is an excellent idea! I shall bring it to Dylan's attention immediately."
Dylan had liked it too. "This is just what we need. I'm going to ask every one of you to come up with a bedtime story," he'd said.
Which was why Captain Hunt, Beka Valentine, the Genius formerly known as Harper, Trance, and Tyr all sat now in the mess hall swapping text files and annotating with bright red styli.
These are their submissions.