The sun had only barely begun to force its beams through the curtains of Arch Maid Abiva’s room. The long slices of light cut through the deep blue of shadows since the Xaltean woman had not turned on any of the other lights.

Abiva had the room to herself. It was on the second floor of Blue Blossom Estate where the offices and other important rooms were like the Emissary Maid’s training rooms and the two libraries. Lord Henry Patton-Avernell’s private quarters and spaces were on the floor above. Only the Mistress had a room up there and it could only be accessed in the day. If one wanted access at night, you had to be the Mistress, Security Chief, or an Honored Maid who was specifically assigned to tend the master.

That did not mean the Arch Maid’s room was awful. It was big enough that it had her slumber bed, a low frame made of rare woods, the piles of blankets that made the base and her pillows. There was a small kitchenette where she could make her own food, a refrigeration unit, and only a small table and comfortable chair for her to read or enjoy the sunset. Further from her bed, the carpet became nistilian marble where the floor level bath was made available. Abiva could bathe, dress, and eat without leaving her room and be ready to command the Estate Legion of a hundred or so personnel. There was even a generous stipend at her rank that she could use to wear higher quality clothing and to buy what she wanted for her status. Most of it went to her personal savings account held the Maid Directorate.

At the moment, the red head was standing in front of the full body mirror wearing nothing but the water from the bath. She was letting the water drip off of her enjoying the breeze from the window and trying to decide what needed to be done today. Abiva wanted to make sure to pick out the right outfit. Today, was a special day. Today she was going to be Lord Henry’s personal maid. She wasn’t quite an Honored Maid nor an Apprentice who was learning how to become a Mistress themselves.

Siv was unavailable as she was handling the Winter Rose wine shipment in Belentine and Maevin had a Council of Servants to oversee. That meant Abiva had to step in as the Personal Maid. The young woman couldn’t imagine what Maevin Maer went through with the responsibility of being, not only a Mistress of an Estate, but the sector’s primary servant leader. Mistress Maer was responsible for all the other vassal estates to House Avernell.

Abiva’s lover, Nish, was going to handle both of the Legions today. Nish was normally in charge of the Reserve Legion that handled all their supplies but said she could manage both.

The young woman had finally noticed the time, grabbed a towel, dried herself off, and opened her small closet. She found the loose tvekel she loved to wear and a skirt to go around her waist. The medallion she always wore was still around her neck so within a few moments she looked like she always did when on duty. Something familiar was the best option here. She didn’t want to stand out. Abiva was pretty sure her master would not like that and she did not want to give Mistress Maer the wrong idea. Trust was hard to earn in this life but so easy to lose.

She did loosen the tie around her waist a bit so her shirt laid easily on her curves. The other thing Abiva was looking forward to was the fact that Lord Henry was cute. Nish teased her when they were alone about having a crush on him which always brought heat to Abiva’s cheeks.

‘Maybe I can get him to blush,’ she thought to herself as she let the cloth shift a breast slip out exposing it. Lord Henry was so adorable when his face would turn red and he desperately tried to look somewhere else. She never realized humans could be so fun.

The alarm hummed and grabbing the last bite of bread, slipping into her soft sandals and hurried out of her room towards the stairs. Skipping two at the time, Abive caught her breath, slowed her breathing and then tried to walk as dignified as possible to Lord Patton-Avernell’s office door. She gently knocked on it.

“Come in.”

Pushing the heavy wooden doors open, Arch Maid Abiva made her way in and bowed at the waist with hands folded politely in front of her.

“Arch Maid Abiva is here as your personal attendent today, my master,” she said trying to sound as dignified as she could.

“Good morning!”

Abiva looked up to find his blue eyes locked on her and that smile on his face. The human always seemed so happy. How could one not smile back?

“I appreciate it, Abiva. With Maevin and Siv gone, I’m feeling a bit at a loss,” Henry said motioning to the glass panel that displayed statistics while running the other hand through his hair.

“Anything in particular, Master?” she asked stepping closer to his side and looking at what was being displayed on the screens.

“I’m trying to arrange a meeting between the estates on Victory.”

“Which were you thinking?” Abiva asked, concern crossing her delicate face as she saw the map of the planet displayed.

“I’m wanting Black Forge, Silver Moonlight, and Emerald Hope Estates.”

“That would be the Houses Irisik, Nevakev, and Devenek.”

“Yeah.”

“And your purpose?” Abiva asked trying to figure out how to be helpful. Within the first few minutes of walking into his office, this job had already started to prove itself difficult. The realization that she had to advise him on decisions that could possibly affect the sector settling hard in her stomach like a bad piece of fruit.

“Well, the tekiasetel was pretty rough,” Henry continued flipping through the digital pages. “and I want something that’s more…homey? Safe? Something that people will feel a bit more open and not so…political.”

Abiva understood what he had meant but for the life of her, she did not know if it was even possible. All the houses, under the same roof, and not worried about being taken advantage of? Every house of the Empire was loyal to the Empress and to the protection and success of their people but anything more they fought over. No house wanted to be at the bottom and even with their shared traits, each house had their own culture which clashed with others.

“Have you spoken with an Emissary Maid yet?” Abiva offered.

“No. I wanted more of an idea before I got them involved,” Henry admitted with a sigh. “I know I want it here but I just don’t know how to make them feel safe.”

“They will come if you summon them.”

“I don’t want to summon them. I already tried to be mean. Almost got me killed.”

The Arch maid had heard rumors about what happened at the tekiasetel and the arrival of the Crown Princess. How much of it was true, the young woman had no idea. Abiva tapped the screen to turn it off.

“How about you tour your estate, my master? Maybe you’ll get some ideas.”

Henry leaned back in his chair and stretched, his blond hair catching the light streaming through the window. Abiva tried not to smile. He was so cute. If she didn’t prefer women…

“Shall we?”

***

Most of the morning was exploring the estate, checking on the workers in the field, listening to reports, and making decisions. For the half a year he had been here, Henry had picked up a lot. Abiva watched quietly at his side how he handled himself. He may not see it, but the Terran had the respect of those under him. The way he stood there listening, giving each person his complete attention, soliciting feedback and making decisions. The Arch maid knew a lot of the servants had been surprised used to being just commanded to do something, not actually giving advice.

It was about mid day when they found themselves at the technician’s complex. A very nervous young man was trying to explain the day to day operation of the construction batalion. Henry listened patiently as the the other stumbled over his words.

Abiva had given them room so it did not feel like she was hovering. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw someone approaching. He was dressed with a loose shirt and skirt around his waist though it was dark and rich material. His movement was perfect, head held high. His dark beard was trimmed neatly and his medium length hair had the ribbon marker of an Emissary maid.

“Arch maid,” he said coming to a stop by her, a slight bow of his head. He extended a computer tablet to her. “Arch Maid Tashak believes he found the best thing for Lord Henry. Based upon your explanation if it is correct.”

Abiva took the tablet and ignored the tone. She had gotten used to it.

“It is called the veehaneaset. It is the least formal gathering of estates that meet the master’s request though it has rarely been done with houses. It requires a level of comfort that foreign estates have never been comfortable with.”

Soft War. Abiva took a moment to be amused how many of their formal gatherings had the word war in it. It summarized their entire negotiation culture.

“Thanks, Colleague Kanesh,” Abiva said clicking it off and folding her hands in front of her to wait patiently.

Kanesh did not move but stood beside the Arch Maid folding his arms and watching the Lord of the Estate.

“He has surprised me,” Kanesh volunteered.

“He has surprised a lot of us.”

***

“I appreciate your help, Abiva,” Henry said as they made their way down the stone path towards the house. “I think I have a much better idea on how we should handle this.”

“I'm really glad to be able to help,” she said pleased with how everything was going. There was a bit of a skip in her walk, hands clasped behind her back, and she swayed back and forth like a child on her way to the candy shop.

“You did a really good job. I'll let Maevin know.” the young man said.

Wow. He was willing to provide a personal review to the Mistress? She had done that well? Abiva could feel the pride in her chest. She was doing well, wasn't she.

“You don't need to, Master. I'm simply happy being useful to you.”

Henry gave her a smile that brought one to her own face. This terran was so cute and adorable.

“You're amazing, Abiva.”

“And you're cute.”

Maybe it was how friendly and comfortable he was, or how Henry complimented her but before she could even register what she was doing, she gently booped his nose. He only froze for the barest second before breaking into a laugh. Abiva said with relief. That was stupid. Thank the goddess Mistress Maer did not see that.

Turning to look up towards the open veranda, Abiva's chest tightened in sheer terror. Standing within the door way, blue eyes locked on her was the Mistress herself.

“Maevin!” Henry called out picking up to a trot and waving at her. Mistress Maer eyes turned to the Lord of the estate and the terrifying expression had melted into a calm and mellow one. “You're back early.”

“It was postponed. Virdirin Flu. We didn't want to take the risk of spreading it. Did Abiva take care of you?”

Those eyes turned back towards the woman who was walking very submissively behind her master.

“She was amazing. Helped me out resolve a lot of problems. Thank you for assigning her.”

“It is good to see that she is able to remember her place and help you.”

The knot in Abiva's stomach twisted even tighter.

“I have something I want to talk to you about,” Henry said offering the computer tablet that Abiva had earlier. “You got time?”

“Of course, Master. Abiva—”

Abiva quickly dropped her head in polite bow. She was actually too scared to look at those eyes.

“You did well. You're dismissed for the day.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

She did not wait around.

***

For the rest of the day, Abiva took over her position from Nish who was quite frazzled running both LEgions. The Arch Maid threw herself into her work trying not to think about the expression on Maevin's face. There was more in there than just disapproval. She had to have seen her boop her master's nose and how close she was standing too him. There was something else though. By the evening, when the sun had gone down, the realization had slowly sunk in.

That was why she was standing in front of the private officer of the Mistress, the ornate wooden door between her. Abiva's heart raced, her stomach continuing to flip flop, and the feeling of being faint washing over her. What she was about to do could earn her a whipping or even the altar if her superior was so inclined.

Raising her hand and tapping lightly on the door, she heard Maevin's voice call to her.

“Enter.”

Walking in, she stood in front of Maevin's desk. It was a cozy, little room, the holographic projector lazily showing a scenic view of one of the many mountains on Victory. Book shelves lined the walls and there was a comfy looking sitting chair in the corner by a lamp table, a tea set sitting on a shelf ready to be used.

“Arch Maid Abiva requests an audience with the Mistress.” she said with her head bowed.

Maevin set down the stylus and folded her arms across her chest.

“Well.”

“I came to apologize for my actions. I believe I was too familiar with our lord.”

Abiva forced herself to look at the icy eyes boring into her. The hidden anger almost noticeable on her face.

“I asked. Lord Henry does not report any untoward behavior. I have nothing to discipline you for. You're dismissed.”

Maevin picked up the stylus again, her knuckles white from how hard she was gripping it.

Here I go getting myself a beating. “Mistress. I have angered you.”

Maevin's looked back up. her sleek brown hair tumbling down her shoulders. “The master was happy for your assistance. My opinon in this matter is moot.”

“Mistress,” Abiva pushed. “I...I do not want you to lose your faith in me. I have worked hard to earn your trust and I do not want you to starting doubting me now.”

Maevin Maer's eyes cooly watched her. This was it. This was the point that Abiva knew she was going to get her butt whipped.

“I am not trying to usurp you and be bedded by the Master.”

Those blue eyes. They turned cold and horrifying within seconds.

“I—”

“Be very careful with your next words, Arch Maid,” Maevin said, her voice coming out in a low hiss that would have frozen a summer lagoon. It was too late though. Abiva had crossed the point of no return.

“My mistress. I do not seek to steal his affection that he gives you. I am not a Vtedeega for you desire to be his Mbakihanxash.”

The sound of the stylus splintering shot through the room as Maevin snapped it. She flew to her feet, the rage escaping in a screech of fury. Maevin backhanded Abiva and the Arch Maid did not move her face and accepted the blow. Her head snapped to the side and she stumbled. Abiva forced herself to stand straight and resume her position and not wipe away the blood that trickled from her broken lip. She could feel the heat swelling in her cheek.

“How dare you,” Maevin's hissed. Abiva had never heard it so quiet and deadly. How could she blame her? The Arch Maid had just openly accused Mistress Maevin of trying to become Lord Henry Patton-Avernell's consort and lover while trying to say that she was not a rival.

The red head forced herself to stand her ground as Maevin came forward, the fury burning in her eyes and face.

“How dare you make such a claim,” Maevin choked out, the anger making it hard to speak. “If I did not have my master's trust, I would break every bone in your insolent body for such a disgusting accusation.”

Abiva could see in the Mistress' eyes that she had hit upon something. There was no way that Maevin would have even considered it though based on months of behavior, there was the dimmest hope and the Arch Maid had drug out that scandelous secret into the light.

“I would accept it a thousand times over, my mistress,” Abiva said dropped to one knee. “I only say it to make clear to you that I am not a threat, I am loyal to you, loyal to the master. I would rather face your fury than you to doubt my integrity and would give my life so that you know that I would never betray you or Blue Blossom.”

Maevin Maer towered over her like a shadow of death, silent and unrelenting.

“Stand,” the woman finally said.

Now only with inches separating them, Maevin's cold eyes studied the Arch Maid's face but there was something new there. Understanding and maybe just the smallest bit of respect.

“I accept, Arch Maid Abiva, that you have no intentions towards our master and that your transgression of touching him was a lapse in judgement.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“You retain my confidence.”

Abiva's shoulders sagged in relief. The Mistress believed her.

“I am overjoyed to still have your confidence.”

Maevin gave her a slight nod but that coldness was back. “Your words though.”

“I understand.”

“Give me your left hand.”

The Arch maid's gut twisted again knowing full well what was coming. Of course there would be a consequences. Her insult had to be answered. She offered her non dominant hand to Maevin. Maevin pulled it towards her chest with both hands and in a sharp move, twisted and pulled. Abiva let out a stranged cry of agony as the loud pop echoed in the room. The Mistress had dislocated her wrist. Maevin held on to it with the pressure still applied.

“Don't you ever say anything like that to me again, Abiva.” Maevin said coldly. She add just a slight bit more pressure to get a strangled sob from the Arch Maid. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Abiva whimpered.

The woman released her hand which the red headed maid held to her chest, the pain radiating from it.

“Go see Doctor Torbet for treatment,” Maevin said dismissively as she returned to her desk.

“Yes, Mistress. I need to be more careful about running in the courtyard.”

Maevin's head shot up, the fury returning because of the planned lie.

“Abiva!”

“Please, Mistress,” the red head said quickly. “Allow me this lie. I do not wish Lord Henry to learn of your discipline and be cross with you. I could not let you be scolded for my sin.”

The two women kept eye contact before Maevin went back to her paperwork. Exiting the room, Abiva leaned across the wall clutchering her wrist and sighing with pained relief. She had survived. It could have been so much worse. The lines she crossed could have had her stripped of every right and privilege for such a statement. But Abiva had fixed it.

The Mistress still trusted her.

CW: Suggestive Situations & Cultural Sexism.

Henry Patton’s office was well lit as the sun was streaming through the window behind him. His large, solid, wood desk was empty except for his personal laptop, a digital interface that he used for the estate, the emitters for the holographic screens, and a few knick knacks from home. Henry gripped a slim glass like computer pad in his hand as he worked his brain to decipher the Xaltean words on the form that was displayed.

Even for how long he had been here, being Terran meant this second language was a struggle. He could speak decently but reading was still a chore. Henry was slowly getting it though. The young man had been studying the language for a few months now and with the amount of practice, thanks to the patient maids, he was getting pretty good at it. Henry knew he was probably the strangest thing anyone had seen. The studious expression as he studied the form and inputted the information and the permanent red blush on his face as he glanced up at the naked woman who stood in front of his desk, her skirt and top on the chair beside her.

The maid had a calm but bored expression on her face as he studied her and then tried to figure out how to input the information the correct way in the form. Her gray eyes were looking over his shoulder out the window on the sunny day. Probably wishing she was outside.

“Huh,” he mumbled to himself as he tried to recognize the sentence against a space. “baeba lemaete means…”

“Bust measurement,” the maid said in accented English. She cupped her own to refer to them and Henry tried not to look startled. “The form is asking for my bust measurements.”

“And you are?” Henry asked, trying to keep eye contact and not where her hands were.

“One hundred and nine Akme, three Akma,” she said simply as if he understood what she was saying.

“Ummm…I don’t think there’s enough room in the form for that.”

“Oh,” The maid nodded. “1751 umi with Oga strap.”

Umi. He knew that one. It was the smallest measurement, so his brain tried to process her size from that. His eyebrows went up. He didn’t realize she was that big though he hadn’t looked in detail and would be the first to admit he didn’t understand women’s clothing.

“Master,” she said with a smile as she saw him trying to think. “Please remember, the Empire uses what your people call BASE-8 mathematics. I believe you use something called metric. I would be…34.5 centimeters with a…C Cup.”

Did she just do all that in her head? It re-affirmed again what Maevin Maer had said that maids of the houses were highly intelligent.

“Oh. I get it.”

No. He still didn’t get it. Instead, he decided to just type the numbers in that she gave him. He could recognize those symbols.

“Master?”

“Yes?” he asked looking up.

“The paperwork requires you to do the measurements to confirm I’m not lying. It does play into the final equation of the paperwork.”

“Oh.”

Well. Henry wished he knew this before he told Siv that he was going to be doing the annual valuations for the estate. Siv, the second in command to Mistress Maer, had tried to warn him but the Terran was gung ho and wanted to help around the estate. What better way than paperwork?

It was when this maid came in to do her annual evaluation, stripped out of her clothes and stood there, Henry realized this was not normal paperwork. Opened on his personal laptop was The Bonded Evaluation System, an archaic and sexist document from his point of view. For as liberal as this culture was, it appeared to still have old practices that had yet to be retired.

Sighing, Henry stood strode over to the woman with a small device in his hand. He hovered it over her chest and red light shot out, encircled her bust for a few seconds and then vanished. The Xaltean numbers blinked on the screen showing that she had been correct.

Henry returned to his desk but instead of sitting down, typed in the measurement.

“Am I a four again?” she asked, her gray eyes focusing on him in curiosity. Henry glanced at the rule document and read it in his head. Four points for Very well-proportioned, minor deviations. Deviations? What the hell did that mean? How subjective was this document? Was it designed around personal taste?

“Yeah. Four,” He said without looking again.

Of course, there were other measurements he had to accomplish and Henry was proud that he pulled it off without looking like a pervert. When High Baron Hesh Avernell had offered him this posting as a thank you for saving his family from an assassination attempt, the Terran did not expect to be in such situations.

He had seen more naked men and women in the few months that he had been here than he had in his entire life. Yes, he was Innocentia so nudity was severely frowned upon. Henry had seen a few things on the gal-net when he was younger before his parents caught him not to mention the clinical textbooks. This though, nothing prepared him for this.

It was after the third woman had put her skirt and top back on. Henry thought he might have to take a break feeling flushed when the door opened swifter than probably intended. Mistress Maevin came hurrying in the room with a look of concern and maybe a hint of trepidation in her eyes. The maid he had just finished the paperwork on quickly bowed and escaped the room.

“My master,” Maevin said with some hesitence, her eyes running over him as if searching for wounds. “Arch Maid Siv told me you were helping with the annual reviews.”

“Yeah,” Henry responded sitting back in his chair, taking off his glasses and scrubbing at them with his shirt. A bad habit he picked up as a kid. “Wasn't quite sure what I was getting myself into.”

“Siv should have—”

Henry raised his hand to stop her and smiled. “Siv did do her due dilligence. I was just being stubborn. I wanted to help more. I wanted to be a lord of this estate.”

“I see,” the dark haired woman said coming over and sitting in the chair across from him. His smile grew bigger as he saw the confusion in Maevin's eyes not quite sure how to respond to him.

“Look,” Henry finally said putting his glasses back in. “You have been absolutely amazing to me. You have helped me adjust to Xaltean culture, shielded me from things I wasn't ready for, and taught me what I needed to know. I mean, I'm speaking to you in your own language.”

Which was true. Reading was still difficult but lately Henry had found it a lot easier to speak in Xaltean than English with the residents of the estate.

“You are doing a great job at it,” she said with a hint of a smile on her face.

“Thank you but Maevin. It's time to take off the training wheels.”

Mistress Maer tilted her head to the side in confusion.

“Training wheels?” she said in her accented English. “I do not know this phrase.”

“Oh...uh...,” The young man started in his own language. “There are these things on our bicycles that help keep it upright.”

“Bicyle?”

“Let's just say it's time to stop treating me like a newcomer and helping me learn how to actually be who I'm supposed to be.”

“Ah.”

Maevin sat there, blue eyes studying his face as if trying to come to a decision about something. Her face became firm and she stood giving him a nod.

“Of course, my master. It is time for you to take up your title in front of the Estate and the House you represent. I apologize that it has taken this long for me to see how much you've grown.”

Henry smiled leaning back in his chair. “Thanks! I'm really glad you think so!”

Then it happened. Maevin pulled at the delicate butterfly pin on her clothes and the material found itself on the ground around her feet. Henry could not stop his eyes going wide at the beautiful nude form in front of him.

Yes. Just like he had been telling himself earlier about all the naked people he had seen before but Meavin took his breath away.

“Siv can handle the rest as it is actually the job of the Mistress and her apprentice to do such work but you are responsible for the Arch Maids and myself. My annual is not yet completed.”

Henry broke his gaze away to look at her eyes and he saw it. The mirth and challenge. Maevin Maer was making him prove he meant what he said.

The young Terran stood and tapped on his glass compu-pad to bring up her record. He strode over to her keeping eye contact with her pretty eyes and cute nose.

“And you'll need to be thorough,” she said as he began to reach for the digital measuring device he had pocketed. “It is important for my record as a Mistress.”

Thorough. She was definitely going to make him prove his words. Henry Patton steadied himself. He was not going to chicken out. He had seen how hard each and every person on this estate worked and embraced their difficulties and he was not going to be any different.

He could do this. Henry knew he could. The words an advice over the months coming back to him. Siv telling him about the word Aema—consent and the fact she was his by law and by Aema. Maevin was providing implict permission by disrobing for him to do his duty for her record. It was not easy to break away from the social rules that his family had drilled into him. He was not just Henry Patton. Right now he was Lord Henry Patton-Avernell of Blue Blossom Estate.

That was what Henry did. He asked her questions about her duties, got the statistical information to build her static profile. Twenty points for being the mistress for both her title and her experience level, another thirteen for her accrediations and certificates, and another ten for length of service. The concrete points of the Bonded Evaluation system was easy.

The young man only looked up once at Maevin who stood there still, the hint of a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. Anyone could count points. This was the part she wanted to see him do. Henry took a deep breath, reached forward, gently gripped her elbow and began to examine her arms, her neck and forced himself to focus on appraising her as expected.

Henry found himself looking at her body in detail, examining her skin that was soft and smooth, he felt the weight of her breasts and also made sure she knew he was giving her an appreciative but detailed gaze.

Just like Siv said. I can look. I have permission. He kept telling himself ignoring the puritanical screaming in the back of his mind.

Finally, the work was done and he walked back, slightly tripped but caught himself. Even though everything was proper and expected for his position, his face was flush, heart racing, and his mind imprinted with the feel of her body.

“I'm proud of you.”

Henry looked up to see that she had begun to dress but there was pride in her eyes. Once Maevin was covered again, she sat down in the chair.

“I was doing my duty,” he said through dry lips and resisted reaching for the water bottle. He did not want to show her his shaking hands. “I respect you too much not to give you what is expected of a Mistress of House Avernell.”

Maevin reached over and picked up the compu-padd and flicked through it and when her eyes dropped to it, he quickly got the water bottle and took a swig or two.

“I am even more impressed,” Maevin said with a gleam of mischief in her eyes. “You didn't take the easy way out and rate me five all the way around. You even threw a three in there. Did you find my height that disapointing?”

“I don't have to explain my reasonings. I am the master.” Henry hesitated. “Right?”

“Of course,” Maevin continued clicking the forward button again, her eyes lighting up. “But I got a five out of five on my hips and buttocks. I believe I know my master's personal tastes.”

Henry could not stop himself from glowing beet red. “I was trying to be honest,” he muttered under his breath, eyes falling to the desk. Her delicate but rich laugh echoed softly in his office as she stood.

“You have done well, my Master. I shall make sure you are more involved with day to day operations as expected for your position.”

Henry smiled as she walked out and made sure to pretend he didn't notice her sway her hips just a bit more than needed.

He had done it. He wasn't a failure. Henry was on his way of becoming a true Lord of Xaltea.

“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.

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.

Title I – Bonding and Employment

Section 1 – Definitions

For purposes of this title, the following definitions apply:

1. Quarter Bond – An individual bonded to a house for the express purpose of pursuing a skill or specific employment of their own free will. A Quarter Bond is required to wear a bracelet with an ID stone on either their left or right wrist.

2. Half Bond – An individual bonded to a house for a set time as determined by the Arbitration Court or Inquisitorial action. A Half Bond wears a metal armband or collar with an ID stone on the left or right arm.

3. Full Bond – An individual bonded to a house for the remainder of their natural life, as ordered by the Arbitration Court and in agreement with an Inquisitor of at least 3rd Order or higher. A Full Bond wears a metal ringlet with an ID stone on the left or right thigh.

4. Rogue Bond – An individual who has violated the terms of their bond as stipulated.

5. Heshut – An individual who has been bonded but has given up all rights to the Imperial Contract Code.

6. Letters of Familiarity – A document attached to a bonding contract listing the implied familiarity of the bonded servant and any constraints imposed.

7. Implied Familiarity – A section in the Letters of Familiarity document that details any physical, emotional, or sexual actions that may be taken with the bonded individual.

Section 2 – The Bonding Procedure

1. Governance
   The bonding, regulations, and procedures to implement the Imperial Contract Code are governed by the Central Maid Directorate.

2. Legal Requirements for Bonding
   A bonding contract is considered valid if the following conditions are met:
   a. A bonding contract in the name of the individual being bonded.
   b. An attached Letter of Familiarity or a statement confirming none is included.
   c. The chain code of the house and the chain ID of the bonded individual.
   d. The signatures of both the Estate or House representative and either the bonded individual or the remanding authority.

3. Eligibility for Bonding
   a. An individual who volunteers and is accepted by a recognized Estate.
   b. An individual committed by the Arbitration Court or Inquisitorial Action.
   c. An individual bonded by direct order of the Imperial Family.

4. Eligibility to Bond
   a. An Estate or House that is registered.
   b. An Estate or House that holds a royal charter from the Imperial Family.

5. Bonding Procedure
   a. The individual is handed over to the Central Maid Directorate or to a licensed representative of a House.
   b. Using a signature stylus, the ID stone is encrypted with the chain code of the specific house. c. The bonding contract must be signed by both parties unless it is a Full Bond, in which case the remanding authority signs.
   d. Bond paperwork must be submitted to the Central Maid Directorate.

6. Discharge of a Bond
   a. Bonds with contractual time limits end in the middle of the imperial year, as dictated by the homeworld.
   b. The chain code in the ID stone is purged and the band removed.
   c. The released individual is provided with the equivalent of one month’s pay and passage to their original city and homeworld.
   d. A letter of release is issued to the discharged individual and filed in the offices of the Central Maid Directorate.
   e. All possessions brought by the bonded individual and any personal items accumulated during the contract period are returned.

Section 3 – Administration of the Bond

1. Responsibility of the Estate or House
   The contract holders are required to provide reasonable food, shelter, and care for all bonded individuals under their estate or house.

2. Assignment of Positions
   The Estate or House may assign any position within the hierarchy unless specifically prohibited by the Letter of Familiarity.

3. Transfers of Bonded Individuals
   a. Transfers of bonded individuals are conducted by erasing the original contract holder’s chain code and applying the new contract holder’s chain code, as described in Section 2.
   b. Permission must be obtained for the transfer of a Half Bond, while no permission is needed for a Full Bond.

4. Challenge of Transfer
   A Full Bond, with an order of at least 3rd Order, may challenge their transfer by submitting a plea to the Central Maid Directorate. If denied, the bonded individual may request an Inquisitor’s intervention. If relief is denied by the Triad or Inquisitor, the transfer proceeds.

Section 4 – Discipline

1. Standard of Discipline
   The discipline of Half and Full Bonds must be guided by the standard of Reasonable Response, defined as corrective actions that are proportionate to the actions or failure of the bonded individual and do not cause undue harm or incapacitate the individual.

2. Acts Considered Outside of Reasonable Response
   The following actions are considered beyond the bounds of Reasonable Response and are prohibited:
   a. Penetration by any object, item, or by persons without consent.
   b. Infliction of severe bodily harm that impedes the bonded individual’s ability to perform duties or causes long-term pain and anguish.
   c. The infliction of death.
   d. Use of The Altar in discipline.
   e. Use of the Talons of Ala in discipline.

3. Approval for Unreasonable Discipline
   a. Any form of discipline that exceeds Reasonable Response, as outlined in Section 2, must be approved by the Central Maid Directorate before being enacted.
   b. The use of The Altar or The Talons of Ala requires prior approval from the Gray Council representative to which the Estate or House is pledged, except in cases where an imperial writ has been issued, in which case the writ supersedes all other approvals.

Section 5 – Protections for Bonded Individuals

1. Protection from Exploitation or Abuse
   a. Bonded individuals shall not be subjected to exploitation, abuse, or inhumane conditions by the Estate or House to which they are bonded.
   b. The Estate or House shall ensure that bonded individuals are provided with adequate living conditions, food, water, and necessary medical care.
   c. The bonded individual shall have the right to report any form of mistreatment, coercion, or exploitation without fear of retaliation.

2. Right to Fair Trial or Appeal
   a. Bonded individuals shall have the right to contest any unfair treatment, violation of the bond, or other disputes by petitioning the Central Maid Directorate.
   b. A bonded individual may request a trial before an independent arbitrator or the Arbitration Court to address any claims of unfair treatment or breach of contract.
   c. In cases of disputes, bonded individuals are entitled to legal counsel or a representative to assist in their defense or claims.

3. Access to Counsel or Representation
   a. Bonded individuals shall have access to legal counsel during all stages of their contract, particularly in situations of dispute, transfer, or discharge.
   b. Any bonded individual may request representation from the Central Maid Directorate or another approved body if they cannot afford legal assistance.

Section 6 – Bonding Contracts and Duration Clarifications

1. Extensions or Modifications of a Bond
   a. A bonded individual’s contract may be extended with the mutual consent of both the bonded individual and the Estate or House, provided such extensions are documented in a new contract.
   b. Any modification of the terms of the bond, including extension of time, change of duties, or alteration of conditions, must be approved by the Central Maid Directorate and signed by both parties.
   c. Bonded individuals shall be informed of any proposed modifications at least thirty (30) days before they are enacted.

2. Early Termination Clauses
   a. Either the bonded individual or the Estate may request the early termination of a bond under certain circumstances.
   b. Early termination of a bond by the bonded individual may occur in cases of severe mistreatment or breach of contract by the Estate or House, with appropriate documentation and evidence.
   c. The Estate or House may request early termination only in cases where the bonded individual is unable to fulfill the duties outlined in the contract due to illness, injury, or other valid reasons.
   d. Early termination requires approval from the Central Maid Directorate, except in cases of extraordinary circumstances, such as imperial orders or serious misconduct.

Section 7 – Economic Protections for Bonded Individuals

1. Compensation and Remuneration
   a. The Estate or House shall provide fair and equitable compensation to all bonded individuals in accordance with their duties and terms of their contract.
   b. Compensation shall be based on the scope of work, skill, and experience of the bonded individual, with a minimum threshold established by the Central Maid Directorate.
   c. Bonded individuals shall receive compensation in the form of credits, goods, or services as agreed upon in the contract.

2. Pension or Retirement Rights
   a. Bonded individuals who have served for a period exceeding ten (10) years shall be entitled to a pension or retirement benefits, including a sum of credits or land, provided by the Estate or House.
   b. Upon the expiration of a bond, the bonded individual shall receive support for reintegration into society, including retraining, employment assistance, or other compensatory benefits.

Section 8 – Health and Safety Provisions

1. Health Examinations
   a. Bonded individuals shall undergo an initial health examination prior to bonding, conducted by an accredited medical officer, to ensure they are fit for service.
   b. Periodic health checks shall be conducted at intervals no longer than twelve (12) months, with additional examinations if required due to injury or illness.

2. Injury or Illness Protocols
   a. If a bonded individual is injured or falls ill during the course of their bond, the Estate or House is responsible for providing necessary medical treatment and care.
   b. In the case of severe injury or illness, the bonded individual is entitled to paid leave and care until they are able to return to their duties.
   c. In the event of permanent disability, the bonded individual shall be discharged from their bond and provided with a disability pension or compensation as stipulated in Section 7.

Section 9 – End of Bond (Discharge) Process Clarification

1. Reintegration and Support
   a. Upon discharge, the bonded individual shall receive support for reintegration into society, including provisions for transportation back to their homeworld or city.
   b. The bonded individual may receive additional support for finding new employment, training programs, or other social services to ease their transition.

2. Discharge Process
   a. The discharge of a bonded individual shall be handled by the Central Maid Directorate and require proper documentation to ensure the bond is officially concluded.
   b. All property and personal belongings that belong to the bonded individual shall be returned to them upon discharge, including any accumulated possessions while under contract.
   c. A Letter of Release shall be provided to the bonded individual, certifying the end of the bond and noting any provisions for future assistance.

Section 10 – Specific Examples of Misconduct and Consequences

1. Behavioral Guidelines
   a. Any act by the bonded individual that violates the terms of the contract or causes harm to the Estate or House may be subject to disciplinary action. Examples of misconduct include, but are not limited to:
   i. Neglecting duties or refusing to fulfill obligations as outlined in the bonding contract.
   ii. Engaging in criminal activities or acts that are unlawful under the Empire’s laws.
   iii. Failure to report illness or injury promptly.

2. Consequences of Misconduct
   a. Misconduct may result in corrective action, including verbal warnings, reassignment to different duties, or more severe measures if warranted by the nature of the violation.
   b. The Estate or House must submit a report of misconduct to the Central Maid Directorate for review.
   c. Any actions resulting in severe harm or death will be reviewed by the Arbitration Court or Inquisitorial action.

Section 11 – Enforcement and Oversight

1. Oversight Committee or Board
   a. The Central Maid Directorate shall establish an independent Oversight Committee to monitor compliance with the Imperial Contract Code and ensure the fair treatment of bonded individuals.
   b. The Committee shall conduct periodic audits of Estates and Houses to ensure that bonding practices align with legal standards and that bonded individuals are not being exploited.

2. Annual Reviews
   a. The Central Maid Directorate shall conduct an annual review of all active bonds to ensure continued fairness and compliance with the law.
   b. Bonded individuals shall be given the opportunity to provide feedback during these reviews, and any grievances shall be investigated thoroughly.

Section 12 – Clarification of Legal Terms

1. Remanding Authority
   a. The term “Remanding Authority” refers to an official body or individual empowered by law to make decisions regarding the bonding of an individual, typically the Arbitration Court or an Inquisitor.
   b. The Remanding Authority has the power to enforce bonding decisions and ensure compliance with the Imperial Contract Code.

2. Inquisitor
   a. An “Inquisitor” is a designated official with the authority to investigate and adjudicate matters related to bonds, ensuring compliance with the law and overseeing the application of discipline.
   b. Inquisitors of at least 3rd Order hold the power to approve or deny the terms of a Full Bond.

Archiver Note

This is the first part of the Imperial Contract code dealing with the Bonded servants and the oversight. Title II is the bonded evaluation System.

2025: The New Year is here.

Wow. I can't believe another year is here. Every time I reach the January mark, I am surprised how far the Beloved Universe has come and just remember to appreciate all the people who have taken the time to read all the different content I release. I cannot tell you how grateful I am.

Last Year in Review.

Last year did not have all the releases I really wanted to do. Life and stress kept me from accomplishing a lot and it is disappointing in a way. There is so much of the world I wanted to tell and just never got to. Now, pessimism isn't my way so here is the list of what I'm planning to do this year.

Beloved Maid is winding Down

As of this post, there are only two issues left with the last issue being a double feature with double the amount of pages. Aevina and Larry have come far and I'm pleasantly surprised how well the story went. At the beginning I was not quite sure where I was going but it turned out well.

With the completion of the series on the horizon I plan to release:

• Digital issues 10 and 11.
• A print Omnibus of all Beloved Maid including never before released special artwork.
• Yet unwritten second Beloved Maid novella.

Beloved Chains is still going strong.

This has been a slow issue thanks to my own stress issues and the health issues of the artist who is finishing it up. I'm happy to report that I have the drafts of most of the artwork and just waiting for them to get inked. I put a few snippets of it with the Beloved Universe Discord for those interested.

Issue 5's script is written and after the artist is done with a different non-Beloved Universe project, he plans to start working on Issue 5. My goals for this year are:

• Complete Issue 4, Issue 5, and Issue 6 and get them uploaded.
• Release Light Novels 1 and 2 that put the manga into written form to include multiple scenes and story points that didn't make it into the manga itself.

Is there a future of new webcomics?

This has been a question I have been mulling all 2024. It is pretty expensive to get these made and I'm not making any sort of profit (which was never my intent. I'm going to tell this story one way or another). I'm a writer by heart and I have been considered continue the Beloved Chains story by Light Novel after the arc that the comics are doing is complete.

That way people who don't want to read get a sense of completion while others who want to keep going can through the novels.

I haven't made a decision yet though and hope to have something by mid year 2025.

Visual Novel

The visual novel is not dead. I know that this is a refrain but I have not had time to work on it. The art has also slowed due to that artist's life being really busy but she's still producing work. Since this project has wound up at the bottom of the list, I haven't pushed it with her.

It will be done. I just don't know when so this year I'm not making any promises.

Ending

Well, that's it for this first update. Not a lot but we are moving forward! I look forward to providing more stories and content for those who are enjoying it and thank you again for being here!

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!

Wow. I cannot believe it has been six months since I provided an update for everyone who isn't a member of the discord server. So, here we go!

Beloved Maid: Alone in the Wilds – Released!

I did think I was going to be able to but I actually got the first novella in the Beloved Maid series released!

Beloved Chains: Issue 4

There really isn't much to provide for this section except that Issue 4 isn't dead. The artist who is finishing it up had some unavoidable emergencies that have put this on hiatus.

Pages will be released as soon as I get them!

Beloved Maid: Issue 7

For everyone that is following Beloved Maid, we are on our way through Issue 7 and the good news is that the rest of the series is entirely funded!

After laying out the entire story, there will be twelve issues total and one more novella for this part of the universe! That doesn't mean that it ends with these characters, just the series itself.

Plans for this year

For 2024, I really do not have more plans except for continuing the projects that we already have but also get the collections released that I had been planning for some time. There is the short story collection and Beloved Chains: Spring which combines all the issues of both web comics (plus artwork) into one physical volume.

Ending

So, that's that. Not much else to update you with but if there is something specific you'd like to ask, please don't hesitate to leave a comment or join the discord and ask there!

Autumn Updates from the Beloved Universe

I am amazed how fast that the summer has gone and now that we are back in autumn. We actually past our four year mark here at Comic Fury on the 7th of this month! In a way, it is hard to believe that this much time has past while working on this passion project and I appreciate each and everyone of you that have stayed along for the ride. So! What's still coming? Let's get that update done!

Beloved Chains

Issue 4

Just a few updates when it comes to this one. Issue #4 is still going. All the layouts have been completed and I already have the first completed page. I'm hoping to get at least half the pages in my hand before I start releasing again.

I want to avoid too long of a hiatus but I also don't want to put you all in the situation on not knowing when the next page is coming out.

New Artist!

I am happy to announce that we have a new artist for the series and you have actually seen his work before. MajiroB, the artist behind the Interlude 2 – “Obedience”

He will be taking over the story for Issue 5 that is presently being written! I'm very excited to be working with him in the coming months!

Beloved Maid

All of you haven't finished Issue #5 but I already have almost all of Issue #6 which will be uploaded right behind so there shouldn't be any interruption between the two!

Digital Comics Released!

I have also gotten Beloved Maid released digitally for anyone who wants to get a personal copy and support the project! You can find them below

Issue #1 Amazon Issue #2 Amazon Issue #3 Amazon Issue #4 Amazon

Blue Blossom Adventures Visual Novel

Unfortunately, this project has been on the bottom of my to do list due to how much it takes to get done. Like I mentioned in my last update, I had to redo all the code again to make it better and run smoother. It was a lot of work down the drain but in the end, it'll make the game a lot better!

More to come on this even though it might be awhile.

Novellas & Short Stories

In the gaps between art releases and the other projects, I decided to lean into the talent I actually have and get some content out for those who like to read about the world as much as read the comic.

Forsaken & Other Stories

The short story collection is now at 5 completed stories of 15. Some of the other ones I'm working on are a longer but I'm going to get this done. I plan to release a few more online for everyone to read if they'd like.

Between a Princess & A Hard Place

The first novella based in Beloved Maid! I started this one while on vacation as I had a wild idea to slip some story between a point in Issue #6. There is about 10,000 words of the planned 25,000 and I hope to release it before the end of the year!

I've been really wanting to get a novella done for this universe as I wanted to see what these characters were like in a story.

My Beloved Chains: Spring

This is almost done. It is actually an omnibus of Beloved Chains Issues 1 through 4 and Beloved Maid Issue 1 through 5 plus the inclusion of a lot of the art including some art that has never been released!

The goal is to release this as a Print on Demand manga so that anyone can get a physical copy of the entire universe to read whenever they want!

How can You Keep up on Projects?

I decided it was time for a way to track the projects so you could easily see how they are going. If you go to the following page, you can see an updated status of the present project, where it's at, and for the funding status of the next issue after!

Status of Beloved Universe

How you can help?

I'm still working on a perk system built into my beloved universe website but if you are interested in helping out. There are a few ways you can help.
* You can donate through librapay or through paypal. * Purchase one or more of the released volumes. * Vote and Share Beloved Universe with whoever you want to enlarge the readership!

Where to Hang Out?

Interested in hanging out and seeing snippets and sneak peeks? I do release some snippets of projects in the work on our Discord and for those who love the decentralized technology, you can join us at our new matrix server (which bridges to the Discord)!

Discord

Ending

That's it so far! Thank you again each and everyone of you who has taken time out of their day to fall the adventures of Henry, Maevin, Aevina, Larry, and the rest of the Beloved Universe cast!

“That Bittersweet Moment...”

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!