Tales Around Blue Blossom

When Henry's eyes opened, he was glad for the darkness. One of the hardest things he had to get used to was the fact that the planet had longer months and slower rotation which meant the planet was under much more light than his home.

Compared to Pax Aterna, the planet he grew up on, Victory ran on a thirty-four hour day. He glanced out the window and saw that the courtains were open and the window slightly ajar allowing the fresh night breeze come through. Sometime in the night, a maid must have come in and opened it for him. That was the other thing about the Xalteans here, they did not use air conditioning. Yes, there was one in his office but that was installed just for him early on and he made a point to not use it. Just felt wrong when others did not have access.

The air that came wafting in caused the sweat on his bare chest to cool him a bit more. The young man felt like he might shiver but it never came. God, why was he awake? Henry glanced over to the computer clock on his night stand and it's lowlight screen not only displayed what time it was but how much light and darkness they were experience. The numbers displayed were 7.4.0.6.

Arc 7, Segement 4, Count 0, Pulse 6., Henry forced himself to remember. The Xalteans used base-8 mathmatics and though he was not quite sure how it all worked, he learned enough to follow the life of the estate based on this. Arc 7 meant that the estate was in its slumber stage. Many of the shifts were either resting or sleeping dependent on their assignments and it was one of the few times that it was dark. Henry looked at the numbers underneath.

Jeez. Only twenty-seven and a half hours of light and only six and a half hours of darkness, and he was already in the second hour of that six. Well, doesn't appear I'm going to get any sleep right now.

The little digital clock also showed the temperature. 43 viku. Henry wracked his brains, what was that in farenheit? 89 if he remembered which was 31 in celsius. God, his head hurt from that math and the heat was no help.

Sitting up in the bed and swinging his legs out, Henry groped down on the floor for his t-shirt he had tossed aside and instead found it still there but folded neatly waiting for him. He flushed a bit with embarressment. Had he gotten so used to it that the maids were in an out of his room and doing things like this?

Pulling it over his head, he stepped out into the hallway and found that down the corridor a maid was sitting in one of the only chairs half way down, one leg crossed over another with a computer tablet in her hands reading. Her emerald hair moving slightly from the open window across from her. The click of the door made her look up, stand and bow with hand folded one over the other.

“Master,” she said casting her eyes slightly down.

“I don't need anything, Sheelari,” Henry said. He knew why she was there, to make sure a trusted maid was seconds away if he needed anything. They were allowed to read, write, do anything they wanted if they remained in that hallway in the off chance he came out. “I'm just going to head down to the kitchens for a bite to eat.”

“I can fetch something for you?” she said quickly but Henry shook his head. “I need to stretch my legs. If you want to grab something to eat in the maid quarters, I won't be back for about 30 minutes.”

She courtseyed again and Henry made his way to the stairs. He soon found himself on the first floor, the carpeted floors giving way to the marble. The estate was strange being so quiet. The lights had been dimmed to a comfortable orange and everyone was either sleeping or doing something quiet. Henry did see a maid or two, who hadn't made it to their rooms just curl up on one of the comfy sofas and pass out.

Probably a short shift and they got to get back at it in an hour or two, he mused to himself. The men and women of his estate were so dedicated to their jobs. Opening the double doors of the kitchen he took a few steps before he saw her. Sitting at the bar on one of the stools was someone he had not actually expected. His Mistress, Maevin Maer, was sitting there in a sheer nightgown of white with four different computer pads in front of her, the soft blue glow lighting up her face. In this light, Henry was struck by how beautiful she was. Her long lashes, deep blue eyes, and small nose. He also noted that she was also hot from the weather as she had pulled her nightgown from her shoulders and tied the arms around her waist so she was topless. Henry did his best not to stare.

Maevin's eyes darted over to him and he saw she was about to scold whatever maid threatened to disturb her but softened seeing him.

“Master,” she said turning her attention to him. “I thought you'd be asleep.”

“I was,” Henry said making his way to the large fridge. There was a section of the second shelf that his head chef Burdak had said he'd leave prepared meals for snacking. Yes, Henry had his own kitchenette that was stocked but he wanted to be out and about. “Got hungry.”

“Sheelari could have gotten you something.”

“I wanted to get it myself.”

Henry pulled out two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches made on a rather rich looking bread and then made his way oppposite of her and sat down on that stool. Maevin immediately moved to untie her top to cover herself but he waved her off.

“It's too hot,” he said. “I'm fine.”

Henry did love that pretty smile she would get and only give to him. The Terran lord took a bite of his sandwich and looked at the computers. “Whatcha working on?” he asked his mouth full. He hadn't realized how hungry he was.

“Schedules and incidents,” Maevin responded.

“Don't you ever sleep?”

“When I can.”

Yes, the estate was big and he also knew that Maevin was in charge of reports from the sattelite estates under their house name and independent locations but every time when he saw the actual amount of work, he felt overwhelmed.

“I don't know how you can keep up with it all.”

Maevin chuckled. “Practice and having a good core team. The first, second, and third order maids do a lot to help even the burden. That's why it is important to pick only the best for those positions.”

Henry nodded as he leaned forward to take a look what was on the screen. His Xaltean had gotten good enough that he was able to read most of it with little issue. Daily lessons and immersion had really helped him. Maevin turned the tablet for him to see.

“Anything interesting?”

“I'm just reviewing events for the day. Nothing major. Requisitions for equipment, disciplinary reports, personnel changes, things like that.”

“Nizzie on the discipline list again?” Henry grinned. That low order maid was quite memorable.

“Not today, which is a surprise.”

A word jumped out at Henry that he hadn't seen before.

“khesusuaema?' he asked curious. Maevin smiled and her eyes took on a glitter of mischief. Henry knew he was the only one who saw this side of her.

“Letters of Familiarity requests,” she said. “I think I explained those to you on the first day.”

“Yeah, you did,” he said surprised that he wasn't squirming as much as he thought. “There was a lot on that day.”

When the shuttle landed so long ago and Henry had been ushered out, he was drowned in Xaltean culture. The language around him sounded strange, the men and women were undressed, and the rules were so much different than when he lived in the Holy Innocentia. The fact that Maevin was sitting there, talking like normal while being completely topless would have had him blushing so red, you would have thought he was sun burned.

I've come a long way, and this proved it.

“So,” he said pulling the tablet closer. “What do we have?”

Maevin's delicate eyebrow shot up in curiosity and he grinned at her.

“I am lord of this estate. I think I should know what's going on, right?”

“Of course, Master.”

Maevin stood came around to the other side of the island and sat down on the stool beside him. He did his best not to flinch as she was now so close to him. She leaned in to look at the tablet more clearly.

“So, there are a few types of possible letters that one can issue. Within the estate, between estate, and outside the estates,” Maevin began to explain as she pointed to the different words.

Henry nodded, his eyes scanning the screen. “The difference being?”

“Well, most of the times on the estate, we don't police relationship unless it may pose a security risk,” Maevin began to explain. “On the estate, we only expect a letter of familiarity from our 4th order maids and higher.”

“Due to their access to me and the rest of the estate?” Henry guessed.

“Yes,” Maevin nodded. “The lower ranking really don't pose much of a risk and as we know, love makes one due stupid things so we try to limit that vector of attack against us.”

“And this khesusuaema sorunuelu. That's the outside version?”

The mistress of Blue Blossom nodded, her dark hair moving a bit though part of it was matted to her forehead from the heat. “Yes. That's situations where an eemodae wish to be in a relationship with someone from another estate or house and khesusuaema slenavisha is for relationship with the general public who are not part of our house system.”

“Someone would want to do that?” Henry said surprised.

Maevin tilted her head a bit confused. “We're...not a closed system, master. We may be a ruling estate but our relationship with the populace is extremely important. I am in communication with Governor Valkaelu weekly. We give tours of the estate all the time and there are many opportunities for citizens to work on the estate outside of our maids.”

“I...I didn't know that,” Henry said surprised.

“Well, that is mostly my fault,” Maevin said with a sigh. “I may have sheltered you too much from who we are.”

The young man nodded and patted her on the shoulder ignore how soft her skin was. “You had to play it safe. You had no clue who I was. I want to know. I'm not quitting and I want to make this year the best I can. I need you to explain everything, even the culture parts you worry that will offend me.”

Maevin gazed into his eyes and he knew she was searching for hesitation, a trap, but whatever it was, she didn't find it. She clicked off her tablet and let out a sigh.

“I understand how honest you are with your dedication,” she started carefully, “but there are parts of our culture that you may find uncomfortable or disgusting. It is hard to judge what is too much and what is holding you back.”

Henry nodded and smiled. “I'm a big boy. I can make those decisions on my own. I've made it this far, I don't see myself changing anytime soon. You and your people are amazing and I'm glad to be here.”

The Mistress of Blue Blossom smiled at him, the tension in her shoulders leaving. She clicked her tablet on again, “If that's what you wish, then there is something I need you to be made aware of. I've shielded you for some time but we have reached a point that it looks like I am interfering. I was not sure how to broach the subject with you.”

“What's up?” Henry asked bracing himself. This is what he had asked for.

“Do you remember Princess Fanina? Back at the tekiasetel?”

How could Henry forget? He had been drug into another room with the pretense of saving his life and then the woman stripped naked and climbed into his lap. Yes, Baroness Neeza Tavik had burst in and the visage stopped her but it was really hard to pay attention to anything else when he had that magnificant chest in his face.

Maevin gently thumped his hand to bring him back to reality. There was irritation in her eyes but it didn't make it to her voice. “I see you do remember the banquet.”

“Uh...yeah,” Henry responded coloring up.

“Well, the crown princess has sent an official request for you to take a concubine.”

It was at that moment, Henry had decided to drink some water and just like one of those silly comedy shows his sister enjoyed watching, he spit it out coughing.

“I'm sorry...what?” Henry said trying to clear his throat.

“A kyakihanxa,” Maevin continued. “Concubine is the closest word I could find in your language.”

There had to be more to it. His mistress would not have sprung this on him just like that. He calmed his heart and folded his hands in front of him on the island top. “Alright, explain to me what it means for your people.”

“A concubine among the Xaltean is a man or woman who is sent to an estate as part of their personal retinue. They are usually the children of higher ranking nobles. That act as ties between houses and estates.”

“I assume also as hostages between two houses that may not be getting along but need or want to,” Henry surmised.

Maevin smiled at him. “Very perceptive. That is the case in many situations. They are also part of a secondary alliance system that can be built if they are lucky.”

“Meaning?”

“Among houses and estates on good terms, it is quite common for one house to send a concubine to another with the express purpose of trying to get that lord to impregnant the concubine or the lady of the estate to become pregnant from the male concubine. The child would have status in both houses and would be an unofficial tie between them.”

The young Terran lord swallowed hard. This was definately something he should have expected but still caught him off guard.

“And the crown princess wants me too....”

Maevin finally let him off the hook with a chuckle. “Taking one to your private retinue does not mean you must have sex with them. It is just something to be aware of so that you aren't caught off guard if one tries to seduce you.”

“I mean, I understand what the point of this is but why me? I know I hold a unique spot but I'm only here for a bit. I don't see the point of making an alliance with me. It should be with House Avernell.”

“Because the crown Princess sees this as an opportunity to solidify her support among the houses. If House Patton-Avernell is willing to take a concubine and she gets to pick the house to send, then that house is going to be willing to do whatever to make sure it is their woman or man to go.”

“I'm a pawn again.”

Maevin shook her head. “Not a pawn but it is part of our political games. This is common. The only thing uncommon is the crown princess doing this. It's usually the High Barons.”

“Something I have to watch out for.”

“Yes.”

Henry Patton sighed and put his head on the cool marble counter top. “So, you think I should take one?”

“Candidly? Yes,” Maevin said. “You are part of our politics now and ignoring it will be detrimental to you. There are many who still hate Terrans and will use this to humiliate our High Baron. Shame and humiliation are worse than death in our culture.”

The young man nodded. There was no getting around this. He had promised to stay here for the year and he wasn't going to abandon his people.

“Who did she suggest?”

Maevin tapped her tablet and slid it over to him. On the screen was a woman with long deep violet hair in thick curls and bright crimson eyes to match. The emerald green dress was cut asymetrically with it running from one shoulder to her hip across her chest and then the longer skirt that was half way down her hips with strips of ribbon cloth straight up to her top piece so that the top held up the bottom.

“Oh, wow,” Henry said eyes wide before he looked up embarressed. Maevin's face had a bit of a smirk but she nodded. “Yes, exactly. That is why you should be careful. As you can see, she was selected because she is close to your preference.”

“Who is she?”

“Lady Aenixa Veemae of House Kolisai. Her father earned the title of Earl from the High Baron of House Kolisai due to his actions at the Battle of Last Light against the Drull.”

Henry looked down at her picture. A part of him was flattered that the royal houses went out of their way to find a woman he would like but also his gut twisted at the thought of how much digging they had to do.

“I...don't have to sleep with her or anything?” Henry asked tentatively. “You know I'm not...going to do things like that.”

Maevin shook her head. “It's not an expectation though she may try to convince you otherwise if their goal is to create a secondary alliance.”

“And she's not going to replace you?” Henry asked to make sure.

The mistress of Blue Blossom's face grew gentle and she shook her head. “I serve at the will of my master and no one can command me except for you and our High Baron.”

“Good.” He did not want to lose her. He slapped the island top with his hand. “Well, if it's the best political move to make. Then let's do it. Can you handle the invitation?”

“I can,” Maevin said gathering her stuff up. “There are some gift expectations and the proper endowment for a lady of her stature. You'll need to write a letter in your own handwriting to be delivered inviting her. How is your written Xaltean?”

“Sucks.” There was no point in lying about it.

“I'll have Yil focus on that for your studies for now. This isn't going to be an instant thing. There are a lot of steps and expectations before she can be properly invited to the estate.”

Henry walked her towards the door and held it open so she could go through with her hands full.

“I don't know what I would do without you,” he said as she made her way towards the stairs to her room.

That was the honest truth.