The future looms large, and the present diminishes. Father disagrees. "Every moment is equally significant," he says, "if you miss but a single step on the road forward, you will fall, and be lost forever."
Yet, forty-ninth princess of the crown of Jaleyl is not a position that grants her such a path to risk falling from. Seventy-third in line for the throne, and if father suppresses the rebellions he may rule another thousand years yet. If he doesn't, the empire will crumble here and now. Without his reputation and momentum, it will take centuries' more war to rebuild a kingdom worthy of the name, let alone an empire. There will not be such an opportunity. The strongest psions are comparable in strength to the efforts of whole cities. With such an imbalance, there is little benefit to political unity that does not put the emperor himself firmly on your side.
But T'Khasi is not the only planet. Telescopes and farseers can provide scant detail, but what they do see suggests metal and water, in quantities as-great, if not greater, than T'Khasi itself. T'Khasi, perhaps, is poor.
Several valuable opportunities are presented. If other life exists in the broader galaxy, it would not do to negotiate from such a poor position. More personally, young prodigies are worth little when all positions of value have been filled for centuries by experienced ancients. Except for colonial projects, where no staff can be assigned that might be needed elsewhere, but where talent and mastery of the five core psionic disciplines is critically essential.
And surprisingly, the other imperial heirs are less convinced. They will weather the coming storms with their homeworld and empire, and she will be governor. If she survives. The journey is set to take eighty years, and she will be in cryosleep for most of it. If the experimental drive fails to achieve its full speed, she could be asleep for centuries. There are five generations of maintenance staff ready to be woken in turn, if this proves necessary. The other colonists will sleep with her, a few thousand in total. She memorizes them all, though she'll be woken during the approach to finalize the deployment plan. Their destination is not yet firm, and they will continue making scans and transmitting details home until they find a candidate which is compelling to approach.
Time to prepare for sleep. A few minds are well-enough known to be touched even from orbit. Goodbyes for father, and some preferred siblings and colleagues. Check integrity of blueprints and design algorithms, all stable. Switch the crown to low-power mode, where it should be able to last indefinitely. And it's time to see what the future brings.