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When the torrential downpour came, the maids working in the manicured woods scattered. The summer rains had finally come to the planet Victory beating back the sticky heat. The storm came so fast that the only warning was the wind ripping through the branches and roar of the water.

For Henry Patton though, he was not so lucky. He had been deeper in the woods than normal and was trying to help clear out the overgrown section. The young Terran wanted to install a recreation area near the temple. The temple of Ala had been a fixture for some time and needed more visitors. Maevin had been proud of him for the idea.

When the rains came, Henry was dragging a rather large branch when the wind ripped at his loose shirt. The maid that was working with him, Xion, called out and the two made a sprint towards the only shelter near them. It was an kiosk of stone with a roof that spread out from the center pillar providing cover. The rock was smooth from the years of exposure. They hopped the two steps to get themselves off the ground that was fast turning soft and muddy.

Even for the speed that they ran, they both were soaked. Henry more than the Xaltean maid. Henry’s loose shirt was sticking to him while his trousers dripped water into his shoes. He looked like a wet cloth bag wrapped around a human. Xion hadn’t as much to worry about. She wore what resembled a swimsuit bottom and a metal band on her sternum that followed the contours of her breasts. She was a Harvester of the Sixth Order. He knew the utility band was magnetic and held on to her skin through a sort of bio-magnetic system. Xion was wearing nothing else. Henry had gotten used to the fact that most of the maids around him were topless. It took a bit but he was finally getting comfortable with it.

 “You okay?” Henry asked as he sat down on the carved stone step of the kiosk glad the rock had retained the heat of the day.

“Out of breath,” she laughed as she began to ring the water out of her long, brown hair. “That came out of nowhere. Weather services failed again.”

“Something in common with humans then,” Henry added. “Ours are horrible at predicting weather too.”

She giggled again as she threw her wet hair over her shoulder with a splat. Before she could say anything else, the gauntlet on Henry’s wrist hummed and lit up. He tapped it knowing who was on the other end.

“Are you alright, master?” Mistress Maevin Maer’s voice came over the small speaker. “The maids said they hadn’t seen you when the storm started.”

“I was further in the woods clearing some brush,” Henry explained. “I’m under one of the kiosks out here. I’m not sure which…”

Xion spoke up at that point. “Northern rest two, mistress.”

There was a pause that lasted a lot longer than he would have thought.

“Xion is with you,” Maevin stated. It was not a question and her voice carrying a tone he did not recognize.

 “Yeah. She was helping me move brush.”

 “I’ll have a vehicle come pick you up and get you out of the rain.”

Henry shook his head even though Maevin couldn’t see it. “No, no. We’ll wait it out. We’re under cover and it’s a warm rain.”

 “As you wish, my master,” she responded but there was that long pause again before Maevin continued. “Xion—”

 “I understand, Mistress, and will uphold your expectations.”

 The channel closed with no other word and Henry looked to Xion with confusion. There was mirth in her eyes.

 “Did I miss something?”

 “There are propriety and rules when it comes to the lord of the estate,” Xion said sitting down beside him. “Third Order maids and higher are the only ones allowed to be alone with their master. It is because they have proven their loyalty and safety. I am only a sixth order harvester. I have not proven to my Arch Maid that I am trusted.”

 “Trusted? I don’t understand. You all have been really nice to me,” Henry responded, the confusion deepening.

 Xion shook her head causing the dark curled framing her face to bounce. The rain was still falling heavily accentuating the security of their little hideaway.

 “Oh, my master. You are so wonderfully naive. I wish the rest of the Houses could be like this,” She saw his face and so continued. “Would you feel so comfortable sitting with a maid from Black Forge Estate or House Irisik in general?”

 The mention of the Estate and House that Blue Blossom was in a feud with made the realization of what she was saying.

 “A lower ranking maid could be working with an opposing house. If I was with Irisik, I would have you where no one could rescue you.”

 Henry Patton chuckled nervously. “You’re...not Irisik?”

 Xion let out of a laugh of pure mirth, the smile that had been hiding in the corners of her mouth now covering her face. “How dare you insult me, My lord! I am loyal to you and House Avernell.”

 Henry knew she was mock offended and relaxed. The two stared out into the rain. It came down creating a gray curtain where the green and brown obscuring the woods.

 “Is it true your people hate us, master?”

 Henry turned to look at her but Xion’s eyes were still looking out towards the trees. He had no idea where the question came from but he took a moment to think before responding.

 “No, I don’t think so,” he said with a sigh. “I think Xalteans are misunderstood and that misunderstanding breeds fear. Do you think we hate you?”

 “I used to,” she admitted, her brown eyes flicking over to him with a bit of uncertainty. “People used to say that humans were disgusting creatures who could not control themselves. People who would burn our worlds, steal our resources, and violate our bodies.”

Henry swallowed, not quite sure how to respondt but Xion quickly bowed her head when she saw the expression on his face. “I’m so sorry, Master!”

“Don’t be,” he responded forcing himself to let the tension go. “I think it’s things like this that keep our peoples from getting along. We had our own beliefs about your people too.”

 “Like what?” she asked curious.

 Henry stopped for a moment. Having grown up within the Innocentia, they had a lot more to say.

 “I was told you all were wanton, decadent, freaks who only thought of their own pleasures.”

 Xion turned again to him and for a minute, Henry was worried he said too much but her eyes were twinkling. “But some of us are wanton, decadent freaks.”

 The young man laughed awkwardly and quipped. “I now see what Maevin’s concern was.”

 Instead of being insulted, she gently patted him on the shoulder. “Your virtue is safe with me, my master.”

Henry looked out towards the rain that had become a soft cadence. For a moment, this place had begun to feel like home.

At this moment in time, the world was perfect. The Arch Maids had kept their charges in line, the first harvest was going smoothly and was actually ahead of schedule. It was one of those blessed moments that Mistress Maevin Maer could actually relax.

At the moment, she was strolling through the section of hallways that was open to the inner courtyard and thus open to nature. The cool breeze swept through her skirts and she made sure to walk at a more casual pace than normal.

It had been four months since her new master had arrived, a human of all people. When the High Baron Hesh Avernell had informed her of it, she had been skeptical. No one had anything good to say about humans and if she was candid with herself, Maevin had been sure she was going to be on her back with her legs open before the day was over.

That didn't happen. Henry Patton was someone completely different than the specter that people whispered in the halls. When he had gotten of the transport shuttle, he looked so timid that if she had raised her voice, he probably have run screaming back to the shuttle.

Her new master was so skittish. His eyes roamed everywhere except to herself and her maids. Any time his eyes landed anywhere else, a blush would cover his face but he grew. Over the months she had watched him change from the timid guy to someone who actually had leadership potential. He was still naive but that was something Maevin could account for. Her High Baron said that she needed to make sure Henry Patton succeeded.

Maevin stopped and leaned on the stone banister that divided the hallway from the garden on the other side. The leaves of the plants and petals of the flowers were still glistening from the morning rain that gently fell in the wee hours of the morning. The rainy season was coming up so it was expected. The glass ceiling would be closed before that hit. The Mistress of the estate watched the plants sway just content in the quiet and serenity of it all.

“MISTRESS!”

And there it went. Straightening, she put on her social mask and assumed her role. Running full tilt towards her was a young woman in her usual clothing of a pale pink tvekel blouse and skirt, her black hair done up in three braids that bounced around as she ran. She was newer but Maevin recognized Ikusa, the Estate Maid of the seventh Order.

“Maid Ikusa. What is it?”

Ikusa skidded to a stop in from of the imperious mistress, placed one hand atop of the other at hip level in front of her and bowed hastily trying to show the expected respect.

“It is the master!”

“What of him?” Maevin said, her eyes narrowing. Was he in trouble? Had he been ambushed by some part of their culture she hadn't yet taught him?

“He's with Arch Maid Burdak in the kitchens!”

“This is the master's estate. He may go wherever he pleases,” Maevin responded coldly and not happy for being disturbed over something so obvious.”

“No, mistress! He's with the Arch Maid and he's cooking!

Maevin frowned. Lord Henry was cooking? The Mistress understood why the girl was freaking out over this. Xaltean lords did not cook for themselves unless they wanted to and if they did, it would have been in a private kitchen, not the galley for the rest of the estate. It was inappropriate but that was about it. Maevin's concern now was propriety and making sure that Henry was respected as he should be.

Swiftly leading the way with Ikusa trailing behind, they made their way through the estate and soon burst into the kitchen. The sight that was before Maevin was a mixture of surprise, horror, and predictable. Burdak was standing by one of the long marble counters where they prepped food. He had his arms crossed watching the three maids that were there with him. In the center of the attention was Lord Henry. He was mid passing a plate to Maid Utena who was reaching out for it. There appeared to be some sort of food on it. It was triangular and appeared to be covered in melted cheese. Nizzie had already taken a bit with a string of cheese between her mouth and the breaded item while the third maid had been examine the item on the counter. They all were looking at her.

Henry was surprised while Maevin was certain Burdak was smirking. For Utena, the skullery maid, and Nizzie, the color had drained from their faces and there eyes were extremely wide. They all knew that it was extremely disrespectful to eat in front of the Lord of the estate without proper protocol and procedure. The fact that these three were planning to stuff their faces with food outside their schedule and in front of their master infuriated Maevin.

“Oh...uh...Maevin,” Henry started, that easy smile coming to his face. “I didn't expect you. Would you like a slice?”

“The Terrans call it a pizza,” Burdak explained as Maevin approached, her eyes narrowed at the Arch Maid. “It is a baked bread with a spiced sauce made from a fruit called a tomato. Items of one's choice is added and then covered with a layer of cheese.”

“I asked Burdak to order the ingredients. I couldn't find anything close to an Earth tomato in our stores.”

“And you chose to bake it here in the galley instead of your private kitchen?” Maevin asked keeping her tone even and polite. As much as she wanted to lecture, she was his to command.

“Burdak mentioned it but I couldn't show you all,” Henry beamed. “I wanted to make this and share as a token of my gratitude for everything you and the maids have done. I wanted to show how it was made so that we can get it into tomorrow's lunch cycle.”

Maevin stood there caught between her wanting to beat some sense in the foolish maids but also appreciate the beaming face. Her heart mellowed a bit realizing that he was just being himself.

“My master, you are very very kind to treat the maids with so much attention,” she started. Henry's face changed slightly and he nodded more to himself.

“It's a social mistake, isn't it?” he said and Maevin let a small smile grace her face to disarm any of his nervousness.

“Please explain to our lord, Maid Nizzie,” Maevin said turning her icy blue eyes to the maid. Nizzie swallowed looking terrified. The Mistress knew that everyone here knew better.

“It is considered inappropriate for those of our station to eat with the lord of the estate without proper protocol being followed. Appropriate dress, correct scene for such a meal, and with the permission of the Mistress.”

“Ah,” Henry said with a sigh setting down the knife he had been using to cut the pizza. “I didn't know that.”

“Burdak should have mentioned it to you,” Maevin responded eyeing the arch maid.

“I felt it was more important for our master to express his excitement over presenting his people's food over protocol. It is three maids whome have proven themselves to be able to keep things to themselves.”

“Is that what you thought?” Maevin asked letting the accusatory tone in her voice.

“I felt that denying Lord Henry would have disappointed him. Something I believe would have been much more inappropriate than a few maids enjoying a meal.”

The Mistress of Blue Blossom's mouth became a firm line. Burdak was not a bonded servant so there was little she could do in the traditional sense. He came with an impressive record and always seemed to be able to phrase things that disarmed her.

“I respect the situation, Maevin,” Henry said with a smile. He looked about. “Please allow the maids to finish their meals.”

The three maids perked up at that but Henry continued.

“And after that, you can have their bottoms switched no more than three times,” he finished. “That way the discipline is met and the order is kept.”

Maevin let the smile come to her face. He was figuring it out. The human was starting to find a balance in enforcing the expectations of the house while still being him.

The three maids on the other hand did not seem pleased.

“But master—–” Nizzie started to whine. Maevin immediately took a step forward to grab the girl by the hair and pull her back. The fact that she was about to complain in front of her Lord caused the anger to burn inside. Henry was quicker though and lifted his hand for silence.

“Nizzie. Do you wish more than three?”

The girl shook her head quickly causing the two yellow pigtails to bounce and immediately went back to eating sullenly.

“Do you wish to have a piece?” Henry asked.

Ikusa, to her credit, folded her hands and bowed. “I shall wait till tomorrow's lunch period, my lord. I wish to be able to sit down.”

Nizzie let out a half strangled sob between bites. Utena's eyes were cast down and so was the other maid but they gingerly took the food to eat.

“You're a mistress, you can have a piece, right?” Henry asked.

“Yes,” Maevin said with a nod. “But I prefer to wait, if it will not offend you, My master.” The mistress was not going to eat in front of him!

“No offense taken,” Henry said cutting himself a slice and moving it to his plate. “I've been looking forward to this.”

Maevin stepped away and turned towards the door. In the shadow, like a good apprentice, stood Siv. She had heard about what was going on and had kept her distance to listen. As the Mistress exited, Siv spoke softly so not to disturb Henry's happiness.

“I'll have the maids dealt with as soon as they're done and Lord Henry will release them,” Siv said with certainty.

“Not to hard,” Maevin said with a sigh. “Lord Henry would not want it and if he sees any welts, he'll stress.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

With that, Maevin glanced at the digital time piece on her delicate wrist and sighed. She had to prepare for the evening briefs about events on the planet.

There went her quiet time.

“You know if the Mistress finds out I did this, she is going to be furious. Enraged even.”

Henry Patton looked from the crowd of tourists flowing through the Belentine starport to his Chief of Security Tox Utivin. The dark skinned man stood there with his arms folded across his chest, his sharp eyes roaming from him to the crowd and scarlet cape drapped over his shoulder. Unlike his usual Xaltean outfit, the young Terran was wearing the T-shirt, jeans, and denim jacket to cut the decent breeze sweeping through the planetary capital of Victory.

“Look. I am never going to get a chance any other time,” Henry responded. The two were standing in a small two room storefront that had one way glass. Tox had explained it was a holding location for dignitaries and such for House Avernell. It was empty and smelled a bit dusty from the lack of use, plush chairs and couches were neatly arranged for anyone to sit.

Tox shifted on his feet and then let out a tired sigh. “Fine but I’m not going to let you out of my sight. How do you want to do this again? Just so I’m clear.”

Henry could not keep the smile off his face. He checked his pocket and pulled out a small circular device large enough to fit in his palm, flipped up the clear cover and held it out.

“I have my emergency beacon. The plan is that I’m going to mix with the tourists coming through. There a lot of humans these days and I’ll just slip in and appear to be one of them coming out of the star port. Then I can explore Belentine without an army and at least half a dozen maids trailing after me. I can see the city through the eyes of a commoner.”

“But you’re not a commoner. You’re a Lord of House Avernell.

“That’s the thing,” Henry laughed pointing out the window. “They don’t know that. I know you got a few soldiers here but the rule is simple. Don’t interfere unless my life is on the line. Just let things happen naturally.”

Tox sighed again and then nodded. “Your wish is my command, my lord, but when Mistress Maer finds out, I fully intend to put you in the line of fire.”

Though Henry laughed at that, it did give him pause. Mistress Maevin Maer, the woman who ran the estate and his right hand would be lose it if she discovered that he was just let to roam. He could already picture her icy blue eyes sparking with fury and the polite but utterly devastating admonishments that would follow.

“Is it worth it?” Tox inquired divining what he was thinking.

“Yeah.”

“Very well. I will see you at dusk.”

Slipping the disk back into his pocket, Henry opened the door as a large swath of tourists funneled out from customs and easily merged. Not a single person even looked at him as they were enraptured by the smooth, tall skyscrapers that made up Belentine’s skyline. It was filled with buildings of varying heights. They were a mixture of square and rectangular structures like he would have seen on earth while others have gentle slopes and curves like one would expect for a Xalteans. The walkway they were taking from the starport towards the public transportation was suspended over a section of the city and Henry could make out the circular building of the Central Maid Directorate down below. The crowds were snapping pictures, pointing, and gabbing. The amount of English he was hearing was far more than he was used to.

“Look over there! You see that tall tower?” one girl was saying pointing towards a spire that raised in the center of the city and dwarfed everything else. “What is that?”

“That’s some sort of beacon?” the father said confused as he looked at the brochure.

“It’s the defensive shield emitter for the city,” Henry said before he thought better of it. The family of four looked over to him surprised.

“I don’t see it in the pamphlet?” the father, a rotund man with a red face said holding it out.

Henry gestured vaguely towards some Xaltean officials. “I heard someone mention it while I was walking by.”

That seemed to be a good enough excuse. Henry lost sight of them as they all began to board the sleek buses that sat in a bypass ready to merge with the high speed highway that ran in the center of the city. Voice continued to talk excited around him as he found a window seat. For the first time in a long time, Henry felt normal.

Wow. I can’t believe I forgot what it’s like being a nobody, He thought to himself.

“Can we go see the fountain park?” a young boy squealed somewhere in the back as his parents tried to shush him.

“I heard they opened up Gisar’s Grove to tourists,” an older woman in seat in front of them said to the man beside her.

“You think we can buy a maid or two to take home?” someone on the other side of the aisle joked. Henry shot a glare at the two twenty somethings boys examining the pamphlet as if it had answers.

The bus began to move and before he knew it, they were rushing down the highway at high speeds, the scenery flashing by them. A glance at the digital sign at the front by the driver mentioned Anashee Square. That was where he wanted to go.

***

Getting off the bus was relatively easy as the passengers flooded out and dispersed within the already present crowd. The square was massive, about a mile across, the lines of businesses and medium buildings along the U-shape plaza. Like an onion, going down towards the center was layered with steps that circled the concrete valley until it reached a fancy water fountain with the statue of Ala, the Goddess of Rain in the center.

Souvenirs. That was what he needed to get. Annabelle would have wanted something fluffy like a stuffed toy while his dad would have appreciated something with history. How mom, older brother, and other sister was a different question.

Maybe a cook book for mom? Ephraim would probably like something military. Modesty Patton, his twin sister who was a nun of Celestianity would be a lot harder. I’ll get her a book. That’s the safest option.

Walking along the edge of the plaza and avoiding the crowds and the open air courtyards, Henry finally spotted a large mall that had smaller shops inside. That was probably going to be the best option.

As he walked, the young man glanced over and noticed three people that stood out from the tourists and Xalteans who wore regular clothing. They wore traditional outfits but these were dark orange with black trim, there tvekel skirt reached to the ground while they folded layers covered their chest and back. The one that appeared to be the leader had a tiara in her hair that sparkled against the dark curls. They were obviously members of a House though he did not recognize which. They were definitely not Avernell.

The leader glanced over towards him and their eyes locked for a moment. Her eyes were dark and felt like they could pierce him straight through. There was a cunning in them as she surveyed everything that caused his stomach to flip flop. Dropping his eyes, Henry stepped into the nearest shop to just stay out of sight.

It was a small shop filled with clothes and other trinkets designed to get the attention of shoppers from other planets. There were products with English and Spanish writing as those were two of five official languages of the Terran Confederacy. He walked between the shelves looking for something his family would like.

Henry sensed it first, a presence behind him. He turned around and standing only a few feet away was the woman in orange from earlier. Her sharp eyes were tearing through him and there was a smirk tugging at the corner of her pretty mouth. Being up close, he could see how fierce she appeared, her long face and slender nose looking at him like a predator that cornered prey.

“Oh,” Henry said in English refusing to give away he knew Xaltean. “Am I in your way?”

“No.” she answered in accented English.

“Oh, good. I'm just trying to find some gifts for my family before the shuttle leaves, ” Henry said trying to sound like a tourist.

“I see,” the woman said stepping closer, her scent reaching his nose. A mixture of smoke and spice. “Do you plan to stay long in Belentine, Lord Patton-Avernell of Blue Blossom Estate.”

Henry's stomach dropped into his shoes. His face must have gone pale as the predatory grin grew bigger.

“Eta ki vi ki?” Who are you? Henry asked in Xaltean trying to regain his footing.

The woman bowed mockingly to him as she spoke. “I am Battle Maid of the 4th Order Tivin. House Irisik.”

Shit, Henry thought taking a step back.

“I'm surprised your handlers let you out on your own,” Tivin said stepping forward and not allowing him a chance to retreat. “It is unbecoming of a Lord of the Green not to have their entorauge with them.”

She took another step forward and Henry found his back against the wall. “or their security.”

“You really think I'm without security?” Henry said trying to sound brave.

“No,” Tivin answered matter-of-fact. “I know of the stories of Primal Tox Utivin who serves as your Chief of Security. He's got soldiers watching you.”

“Good that you know.” Did that sound brave?

“The problem is,” she took one more step forward and there was only a few inches between them. Her scent overtaking his senses. “There reaction time will be twenty to thirty seconds, no clear shot if you deployed snipers. I could have a knife in your stomach before they could get in to the shop.”

Henry's eyes dropped to her belt where the sheathed weapon sat.

“Is threats the way a servant of Irisik greets a lord?” Henry asked trying to remember everything his Emissary Maids had taught him and to use the culture against her. There was only words between him and whatever she had planned.

Tivin's eyes did not leave his face, they seemed to search for something. Fear maybe? Henry breathed a sigh of relief as she took a step back.

“We are in the back of a tourist shop,” Tiving said reaching near his head and running her fingers across the costume jewelry that clinked and swayed. “No one knows we are here and you haven't earned my respect.”

Xaltean propriety stated he should have challenged her on that. Her was the ruling Lord of the sector and she owed him deference to his title. Instead he reached out and plucked the necklace she was fiddling with from her hand.

“Well, in that case, how about you accept this as a gift from me?”

Tivin started at those words. She actually took two steps back, a horrified look on her face. “What did you say?” the woman demanded.

It was Henry's turn to smile. “I mean, if we are doing away with protocol and properiety, why can't I offer a pretty girl a gift? Are you interested in going out to eat together? Maybe take a stroll in the nearby park? I hear Gisar's Grove is beautiful at this time of day.”

Tivin's face blanched and she stepped back even further keeping her distance as if the words themselves could harm her. Her voice lowered in volume as she hissed at him. “I am not your heshut! How dare you treat me as if I am your toy that you can decorate and spoil.”

“So, the rules are important then?” Henry asked setting the necklace down. He saw the realization cover her face and then a burn of red in her cheeks. For the first time, she lowered her eyes. She gripped the edges of her skirt and curtseyed deeply.

“My Lord Patton-Avernell. My greetings to you. I apologize for my inappropriate conversation and will accept any punishment you deem appropriate.”

“How about,” Henry said side stepping around her as Tivin looked up. “How about we pretend that we never had this conversation?”

“You'd let it go?” Tivin asked suspiciously. “Do you expect my body in return?”

“For crying outloud,” Henry said with a roll of his eyes. “We aren't sex crazed monsters. I'm in enough trouble with my Mistress that I'd rather not add inter-estate diplomatic incident to the list.”

Tivin remained silent as she stared at him and for a second, he thought the situation was going to get intense again. Instead, she simpy nodded at him.

“Then I shall take my leave, Lord,”

She turned to leave as she could see the two others that had come with her to Belentine making their way across the plaza towards them.

“For what it's worth,” Henry offered. “It was actually nice to meet you.”

Tivin just looked over her shoulder at him, a hint of confusion in her face before she vanished out the door. Henry let out a sigh of relief.

“I cannot understand how you keep avoiding death.”

Henry Patton visible jumped and his heart skipped a beat. In the shadows in a connecting row, he saw Tox lean out into the light. “First the tiakesetel with House Nevakev and now here.”

“You were there the whole time?” Henry asked relieved that he actually had someone with him.

“Of course,” Tox chuckled. “Did you really think I was going to let you out of my sight?”

Henry laughed at that as they made their way to the door. The Terran had to make sure of something though.

“You did hear that I don't want anything done about this Tivin, right? Nothing about her mouthing off to Maevin.”

“I honor your wishes no matter how strange they may be.”

Forget the souvinirs. Henry wanted to get back to Blue Blossom.

“No, no,” Yil laughed as the two other maids in the room tittered in amusement. Even Siv, who was at her desk in the corner, had a smile grace her pretty face briefly as she worked. Henry Patton had just attempted to pronounce a phrase that they were working on in Xaltean and the girls present could not hold in their laughter.

Yil was a beautiful woman with straw blond hair who had become his secret heshut…though he still did not quite understand the meaning of that word and now he was too scared to ask.

“What…what did I do?” Henry asked nervously though he knew they did not mean anything by it. The two girls in the room outside of Yil and Siv did not speak English so whatever he had done got them to break decorum and giggle.

“The phrase for ‘You are a proud woman, and I will follow’ is smekihan ki vae atagugen mi ki. The word for woman, kihan, should have the emotional prefix sme not khe. You said khekihan.”

“And that’s different?” Henry asked.

Yil tried her best to keep her face straight and calm, but the mirth just kept bubbling over. “What you said was, ‘You are a slutty woman, and I’ll follow you to bed.’”.

Henry pinched the bridge of his nose. Of course he said that.

“The correct emotional prefix is important,” Yil lectured gently. “I know the introduction of emotional prefixes on top of tense prefixes we learned but we use them quite often in oratory. Something a Lord of your stature should know if you plan to speak without a translator. The sme is the emotion of pride. Khe is the emotion of lewdness.”

“But…doesn’t khekihanma mean mistress?” Henry asked confused. “I don’t want to be calling Maevin a slut if that’s the meaning of the word.”

“Khekinanma is mistress but in a sexual sense. A khekihanma within the estate system is usually the woman put in charge of the concubines or khekihanxa. The word you are looking for is xikihanma to refer to our mistress of Blue Blossom.”

“But…xi is a second person pronoun,” Henry said confused.

“Xi is also a preposition for hard.”

“But…how…”

“Context and repetition,” Yil said with a gentle pat on his hand. “Aetaaekume ki shinda kit.

Henry knew that phrase. She had said he would understand one day and then his title of Lord of the Green.

“You used aeta tense for far future instead of ata for near future,” Henry teased. “You think I’m that hopeless?”

Yil giggled again but did not answer.

Out of the corner of his eye, Henry saw Siv gently brush the earring clipped to her ear moving her long hair and it gently pulsed. He knew that those were the communication devices that a lot of the higher-ranking servants wore to keep in contact with each other and the Mistress. They were also designed to be unobtrusive. The left arm gauntlet he wore had one built into the rich leather.

What got Henry’s attention was the emotion that crossed her face. It had gone to shock and then fear. Siv stood and immediately moved towards the door.

“Everyone out. Now.” She ordered. The tone in her voice hard but trembling. None of the servants disobeyed her. They immediately grabbed their items and fled the room.

“Siv, what’s going on?” Henry said standing, eyes wide with concern.

“My worst nightmare,” she responded though he was confident that was not to him. The woman’s eyes darted around as if she was thinking or looking for something and then her jaw became firm.

“My lord. We have a visitor. One that I cannot stop from seeing you,” she said quickly turning on him and a bow of her head.

“Your mistress while Maevin is at Quasel City with Dark Cliff Estate,” The young man said trying to understand what was going on.

“I don’t have time to explain,” the woman responded with sorrow in her voice. “I accept any punishment for leaving you unprepared.”

“Siv…” he started but the ornate wood door opened majestically, and a figure strode in. Henry’s eyes grew wide at the woman who walked in confidently. The terran man was used to the state of undress that many Xalteans exhibited but this was different. The woman had on a red robe that wrapped around her and barely clung to her body, a long loin cloth wrapped around her waist and reaching the ground. Only one breast was covered while the other was presented for all to see. The dark blue ink of a swirling tattoo starting at her nipple and then spread out like a branch much like the tattoos he had seen some of his own servants wearing. Henry had seen nudity but with the darker eyeliner and red lips, she bore a strong sexuality that he had not encountered.

“My lord!” she said in the silkiest Xaltean voice he had heard. She was speaking English which added to the exoticism of her presence. “Thank you so much for taking the time to see me.”

“You’re…welcome?” Henry said glancing over to Siv. His interim Mistress had folded her hands in front of her and had lowered her head taking on a submissive pose.

“I am Sovereigness Niskili Baesha. Your servant did not announce me?”

There was something friendly but accusatory in her voice. Henry’s eyes narrowed as he heard the tone of disdain. Nobody insulted his people. “Your arrival was unplanned,” he said trying to sound official. He motioned to the sofa chair in front of his desk as he sat down. “You’ll have to forgive me for not being ready.”

Those violet eyes bore into him, studying his reaction as she made herself comfortable.

“Siv, would you please call for tea?” he asked, trying to remember everything Maevin had taught him and the few conversations with the specialists on the subject. He had dived headfirst into learning proper protocol after what had happened at the tekiasetel. “Could you also please ask Maela to come?”

“Your Emissary maid is not needed,” Niskili cut him off with a wave. “I am not surprised that Maevin has not briefed you on who I am and the order I represent. As a Terran, she had assumed she was protecting your sensibilities.”

“My sensibilities?”

“Of course,” she said with a smile that felt predatory. “There are facets of our culture that she still hides from you. I have requested a meeting with you, my lord, for a few months now. Your Mistress has refused.”

“Then you know she’s not here and Siv stands in her place?” Henry asked realizing how things had been set up.

“Siv is your mistress at the moment?” the woman said with a brief raising of eyebrow as she glanced over to the woman. “How…amusing.”

Niskili settled back into the chair more; crossing her leg wide enough that Henry knew she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. He refused to allow her to get the better of him. The young Terran felt that somehow his estate was on trial.

“I would not be the Sovereigness if I did not keep tabs on things like this, especially when it is someone so unique as you that I wanted to meet.”

Maevin had been keeping this person from him? What was he getting into? Henry glanced towards Siv who met his eyes and the panic was still there.

“Allow me to explain,” Niskili said. “I am from the Scarlet Order of House Aldinav.”

Scarlet Order. That was not something the Lord of the Blue Blossom Estate had heard before. Based on her expression, he was confident she knew that.

“I do not recognize your order. I apologize.” Was that official and polite enough?

“It is not a problem. In short, I am in charge of the training and the assignment of concubines and heshut to those I deem worthy within the empire, of course, paying deference to any command of our Empress and House Vaesh.”

Concubines. That was a word he knew. Everything came into focus. The aura, the look, the eyes. Henry knew sex was not a taboo subject among the Xalteans but he should have realized that there would be organizations like hers.

“Prostitutes.”

“That is a synonym, not my favorite, but yes. We provide more than just sexual services though. My concubines and courtesans are trained in quite a few arts that are prized across the Empire. You should have encountered my courtesans at your tekiasetel? We were asked to provide the Hour of Candles for House Nevakev.”

Oh. That. The smile on her face broadened a bit more. “But you avoided that, didn’t you?”

“I feel that you already know the answer,” Henry grumbled.

She leaned forward just slightly with a grin that he could only think as being predatory. “But of course. I was hoping to lure you with one of my beauties, but you appear to be more…reserved than I anticipated for a human.”

“It sounds like you have been using stereotypes for my people. Something I have been guilty of myself,” Henry offered diplomatically.

“Siv, go get us some tea like a good girl? Let the adults talk.” Niskili said abruptly towards the quiet girl who had grown pale.

There was something in the tone, an emotion that made his heart grow cold and anger well up inside him. He did not know how, but Henry knew that this woman was insulting his friend.

“Sovereigness,” Henry said forcing his voice to become hard as steel. “While in my estate, you will respect my servants for the position and titles they hold. Am I clear?”

“Lord Henry,” Niskili started with a smile that felt dangerous. “I did not mean any sort of—”

“Am I clear, Sovereigness? Or will I need my Chief of Security to escort you to your shuttle?”

Siv blanched at that and Niskili seemed genuinely surprised at his words. She leaned back and lowered her head with deference. “I understand, my lord.” Henry let out the breath he was holding and turned to Siv. “Mistress Siv. If you would be so kind as to see if Burdak has any maids to spare for some tea?”

“Ye…yes, my master,” She choked out. She looked between the two rapidly. Henry knew she didn’t want to abandon him.

“It’s quite alright,” Henry said with a smile. “I do not want to take up too much of her grace’s time.”

“Of…of course, my master.”

Siv hurried away and the door closed shut behind them.

Whatever politeness Niskili was showing melted away as she steepled her hands in front of her face and that dangerous smile came back.

“What?” Henry asked.

“It has been quite a long time since anyone was brave enough to chastise me, especially in front of the servants. I may have severely underestimated you.” Henry slowly stood as he adjusted a few things on his desk and then folded his hands. He was not going to be caught behind his desk if she tried to attack him.

“Those who work here mean a great deal to me,” Henry responded. “I would have said that to anyone who insulted my people.”

“Including the Empress?”

Henry hesitated for a moment and then nodded firmly. “Even to her. Though I would have worded it differently.”

The Sovereigness of the Scarlet Order burst out laughing, a smoky sound that filled the room.

“Oh, you are something, Lord Henry.”

“What has brought you here?”

“Ah. To the point. Let us begin.”

***

It was about two hours of Niskili slowly explaining the history and importance of House Aldinav, including how it was an unregistered house that did not fall under any of the Gray Council. Niskili explained how high-ranking people who could not risk issues with the blood line would request concubines and how they would also be great intelligence gatherers of the social circles. Even how they were considered a sign of stature to be given someone trained by them.

“Are you familiar with the Angels?” she asked as she sipped her tea.

“The elite bodyguards from House Gijol?” Henry confirmed.

“Yes. You know how they are given as presents from the Imperial Family and sworn to the lord and not to the estate?”

He nodded. “Maevin went over that with me.”

“Well, my concubines are the same way. When one is given to you, they are sworn to you and not to the estate. Their allegiance is to their master, not to the Empire.” Niskili finished.

“And that’s why you want to do this?” Henry asked holding up the thin computer pad she had given him earlier.

“Well, it’ll be good for you in one way and—”

The conversation did not go any further when the oak doors exploded open and a figure marched in. The dark cascading hair, the piercing blue eyes, and the crown immediately made Henry realized that his Mistress had returned. He had also never seen such fury and hatred in her eyes before.

“Ah. Maevin!” Niskili said standing and setting down the tea. “I did not expect you back for two more days. I’m surprised you knew to come back.”

Siv walked in behind her and Niskili made eye contact. “Oh. So that’s how you knew.”

“Don’t you dare even try to speak to me this way, Sovereigness,” Maevin spat with abject fury. “You were expressly forbidden to enter Blue Blossom Estate, and you know damn well that my word outweighs any sort of power you have! Our High Baron will hear of this.”

Niskili looked at Henry. “You will allow your Mistress to speak like this?”

“Do I need to call my Chief of Security?” Henry shot back.

Niskili sighed and held up her hands in surrender. “Fine. Yes, Mistress. I directly disobeyed your orders specifically to help your master achieve more here in the Empire.”

“What did you do?” Maevin demanded.

Henry held up a pad. “She has asked me to take two concubines to the Blue Blossom Estate.”

“Two?!” Maevin said shocked. She spun back to Niskili. “What are you planning?”

Niskili looked to Siv and Maevin saw the movement.

“I’ll take my leave, mistress,” the woman said before quickly fleeing the room.

“They are the twin son and daughter of Duchess Sakeza of House Vanen and High Baron Makel of House Kolisai.”

Maevin immediately froze, the anger in her face fading immediately to a mixture of concern and curiosity.

“You’re joking,” Maevin responded.

“I wish I was. I was just explaining to your master that the existence of these children, though legal, poses a succession problem for Kolisai due to the son being older than the heir from his wife. You know how unstable the relationship is with Kolisai. No one knew the parentage until recently. Tavik now does.”

“How?”

“I don’t know but Kolisai has multiple trade agreements with House Irisik and we know Irisik and House Tavik are extremely close.”

Henry decided it was time to speak up. “She wants to hide them here. Since House Patton-Avernell is semi-registered, it would be difficult to come for them since all eyes are on us for this experiment.”

“And you accepted?” Maevin asked, her eyes narrowing.

“I have not.”

“But I believe he plans too.” Niskili added.

“My master,” Maevin started but he raised his hand for her to stop. He made sure to give her a kind smile to know he wasn’t angry at her.

“Sovereigness Baesha, I’ll accept the two charges—”

“Excellent.”

“I’m not finished. I’ll accept the two charges, but they were be registered to the as Estate Maids under Arch Maid Abiva.” Henry finished.

A look of surprise covered Maevin’s while Niskili’s darkened.

“Estate maids? These two are highly trained concubines who deserve the privilege and rights they earned.”

“They will be respected for their training,” Henry continued sitting down at his desk and getting out his digital seal. “But they will not be registered as concubines with my estate.”

“And why is that?” Niskili asked crossing her arms.

“For one, registering them as concubines advertises exactly where they are located and we literally have Black Forge, a House Irisik estate, seventy miles to the east of Belentine and two, I’m not letting you use my status for your own benefit.”

Niskili canted her head to the side and tried to keep the serious expression though a smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth.

“And whatever do you mean?”

“Do you think I don’t know what it would do for your reputation if you could get a human lord of an experiment house to accept two concubines? Especially with what happened at the tekiasetel. You haven’t earned my respect for such a thing.”

Now it was Maevin’s turn to blanch at his words, but he stuck to it. He held out the tablet. “So, the two will be registered as maids, I will protect them until such time as they need to return to you and in the future, when I feel we have reached a good balance, I shall request your advice on a concubine. Or you can take this pad and return to your house.”

Silence reigned between the two and it finally broke with Niskili sighing and give a little laugh. She gave Maevin a pat on the arm. “Excellent job teaching him, Maevin, my dear. Masterful for such a talent like you.”

“Thank you,” Maevin responded coldly.

“I shall accept your terms,” Niskili added and she nodded at the tablet. “My signature is already there. The two are in my shuttle. If you sign, I shall have them moved immediately to your Arch Maid’s care.”

***

Everyone had left Henry alone after that and it was evening when Siv opened the door and leaned into see him.

“Siv,” Henry said with a smile looking up from the last of the paperwork he was doing.

“The mistress sent me to see if you need anything before we start your evening routine.”

“No, I’m good but can you speak with me for a minute?”

There had been something bothering him from the few remarks and attitude Niskili had. Henry had never gotten the chance to ask as the Sovereigness had left immediately afterwards.

“Of course.”

Siv came in and gently closed the door behind her.

“I wanted to ask you about the way the Sovereigness treated you. I feel like she knew you?”

The woman smiled embarrassed, her face flushing.

“If it’s none of my business…” Henry started.

“It is. It’s just a part of my life I thought was going to stay gone. Niskili knows me as I was one of her courtesans once.”

Oh. That explained a lot that Henry did not know he needed explained. How out of all the maids, she was the most comfortable being herself, wearing nothing when she wanted and even caused a few of the maids to blush with her innuendo when she thought he wasn’t listening or understood the words.

“Oh. You were? Did you retire?”

“I failed,” She admitted with a shrug though he could see it still stung. “I failed the last test, and it was pretty humiliating. High Baroness Ilesh had a few choice words for the Sovereigness. I wound up getting the Altar, a good caning, and banished from the Order.”

“Ah.”

Henry knew caning was a thin rod against the buttocks, an old punishment that was removed from the Imperial Contract code except when added as a clause to the bonding. The Altar was the highest punishment. It was meant as a humiliation above all. It consisted of the individual having their neck and arms chained to the ground with their head close and their ankles chained in such a way that they were forced to raise their lower body up and put on display. They were also unclothed. Maevin had explained that being exposed in such a vulnerable position, with their most intimate places on display to face the cold, the heat, the weather and the ridicule, was worse than anything else that could be inflicted. Maevin had told him that she would have rather been chained to the pillar and caned than go through that.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to drudge up old memories.”

“It’s okay,” she said with a smile. “You have been sweet to me, my master, and it has made up for the treatment I received. I appreciate you defending me when she insulted me and my position…though it scared me. She has a lot of power even if her house is not registered.”

“No one mistreats my friends,” Henry said with finality.

“I am honored to be considered in such high esteem,” Siv said with a low curtsey. “May I go and prepare your evening snack?”

Henry smiled at her switching back into her role.

“Of course, Maid Siv. Thank you.”

I decided it was time for me to write another blog post, though this one is not going to be as long as the others I've written (hopefully). This was a problem that I had been working on for at least a month on and off, which required opening a ticket with Castopod, searching the internet endlessly, and finally consulting ChatGPT to make suggestions. Eventually, I realized what was going wrong.

Installing Castopod

This tutorial is designed around hosting #castopod on an Ubuntu server while using #docker as my method of running it. I utilized the automatic server installation of Docker that comes as an option when installing a server, but I also had to run:

sudo apt-get install docker-compose -y

to also get the other portion needed on the server.

Once you've got that on, go ahead and follow the instructions on the main website:

https://docs.castopod.org/getting-started/docker.html

Once that is done, two possible things will happen. When you go to localhost/cp-install, you'll either see the super user creation screen, or you’ll be greeted by a warning that the program was not able to connect to your SQL database. In the logs, you might see:

castopod-db | 2023-07-14  0:04:00 4 [Warning] Access denied for user 'castopod'@'172.27.0.3' (using password: YES)
castopod-app |
castopod-app | [CodeIgniter\Database\Exceptions\DatabaseException]
castopod-app |
castopod-app | Unable to connect to the database.
castopod-app | Main connection [MySQLi]: Access denied for user '****'@'172.27.0.3' (using password: YES)
castopod-app | at SYSTEMPATH/Database/BaseConnection.php:418

This is where I got really stuck. I spent almost a month scouring the internet, creating a ticket, closing it after two weeks, then creating a new one about the same issue appearing in the Docker installation.

The Castopod developers did not get back to me (which is fine—I understand it's supported by volunteers). So I decided to consult ChatGPT based on the information I had, and it made suggestions that actually fixed the issue.

If you get this issue where the database can't connect due to “access denied,” you'll need to run the following commands:

sudo chmod +x /usr/bin/docker-compose
sudo chmod 666 /var/run/docker.sock

Once that is done, clear out the previously created volumes and start up again:

docker-compose down --volumes --remove-orphans
docker-compose up -d

Once you've done that, you should be good to go!

Ending

I know that generative #AI is still a hot-button topic in the #infosec world, but I believe it can be used for good to help solve issues. I wanted to showcase how it helped me find an answer and saved the developers a lot of time and effort.

Of course, I'm not going to opine on AI here in this small article, but I wanted to be upfront about how it helped and how it can benefit the #selfhosting community when it comes to issues like this in Castopod.

Until next time!

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When I was restoring my servers that hosted my blog (I had a complete hardware crash), I realized that I hadn't published an update in awhile. When I went to check when the last time I had posted something, I found out it had been eight months!

So here you go! The updates to what is going on behind the scenes in the Beloved Universe.

Beloved Chains – Slow but Sure

I had hoped we would be further along in finishing the fourth installment of the main web manga but that has turned out not to be the case. 2024 has been rough for everyone, especially my artist who is attempting to finish this all up. We were able to get a few pages released so far but we're only a little over 40% complete.

Not to fret though! Not only am I going to be seeing 6 pages of drafts soon but Issue 5 has already been paid for so we can go directly into that story!

Just hang in there and we will get to the end of this issue, I promise!

Beloved Maid – Almost Done

I cannot believe that Beloved Maid has gone on for nine issues! When I originally created this companion comic to the Beloved Chains, it was meant to be a silly comedy. Turned out to be much more than that and spawned not only a whole host of new characters but it's own novella too!

Beloved Maid is finishing up its 9th issue now and there is only two issues left with the 11th being the last one! So, we are really close to seeing the epic conclusion of Princess Aevina's arc!

Did the Visual Novel fail?

No. The visual novel is still on my project list but it has had to take a back seat to a lot of things. Programming a game, even as simple as Tales of Blue Blossom is, there is still a lot of coding and content to right and working with one artist has made things slower. The artist who has been doing the artwork has been working on over 200+ pieces for almost two years now.

My goal is to start working on this visual novel as soon as Beloved Maid has been completed (or at least I have all the scripts written for the aritst).

Then we'll get to tell this tale!

Anything in the pipeline?

There are a few things I'm throwing around that I am thinking I want to work on. Some of those are:

  • Beloved Chains light novel series.
  • A new companion comic (not sure on this one)
  • Deck Building card game.
  • Simple mobile app game.

These are only a few things I have tossed around, none of them having made it off the idea board yet.

Ending

Well, that's it. I probably won't write another one of these until possibly after the new years. Again, thank you so much for your continued support for this universe and I hope you all have a wonderful autumn and winter!

Have you ever had that moment where you were sad and happy at the same time? That is what I am experience right now.

I am sad to announce that Laura Mondragon, the artist behind Beloved Chains will be departing the project after the conclusion of Issue 4. That is the bitter part as she has been with me since the project started and created the fundamental visual that is the Beloved Universe. Through the five years we worked together, she became a dear friend and will be sorely missed.

The sweet part is that her decision to step away is due to the need to shift priorities for her family life and opportunities to pursue her career as a professional artist.

I will be the first to say that I am proud of her and what she is accomplished and though her iconic drawing style will be missed, it would be selfish of me to not want her to be the best that she could be!

Beloved Chains is not Dead

No. This does not mean the Beloved Chains is coming to an end after the completion of the fourth issue. I will have more news on the next artist who will be continue the series in the next blog I will post sometime mid week!

Stay tuned for more updates on where we will be going from here!

Thank you all for your continued support of this project and the love you have shown Laura's work. I know she has great things ahead of her!

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