Chapter 1
The Directrix was not a happy man. You see normally he was able to the be right hand man of Emperor Robert Lylles et Russ III without any trouble. As the emperor had a habit of decapitating those who gave him bad news, it was good to serve him without trouble. Unfortunately, though, some troops in the area of New Russville, in the northern area of the Directrix's home territory, Bravia, had failed to control the local population sufficiently and allowed an uprising to take place. As the local officer had proven incompetent, the Directrix would have to leave his palace adjoining the emperor's to straighten out matters and to ensure that the construction of New Russville would be a glory to the empire.
The Directrix would, of course, take a few of his choice maidens with him onsite, hoping that he could enrich his sex life with some local beauties. After all, just because one had to go to the boondocks in order to serve the empire didn't mean one had to be celibate for any length of time. For the Directrix, a vigorous man named Natonito Bravia et Albright, such a life would be horrible. Even in his days in rebellion from the empire as a young man, he never went without sex for a long time, figuring it would be detrimental to the vigor he needed as a rebel leader, and then as the second-in-command of the empire. Accordingly, he was now, dressed in his customary dark clothing, breeches, jacket, and cape, going to his harem to prepare for the inspection. His advisers could see the irate look on his face and they tried to get out of his way. Too late.
"What in Zachrin's name are you doing lazing around like that. Get ready to go out to Russville now!" he shouted.
"You'll wake the ancestors," one of his courtiers said.
"If I wake the ancestors maybe they'll do what I command," he replied.
"Yes sir. Ready to go," the courtiers smartly, and obediently, replied.
He walked into his herem, which, like much in his palace, was either dark blue or white, the two official colors of the directrix. The emperor loved red, but the directrix loved dark blue. His nubile and naked chief concubine was laying on the couch, rubbing the chain that was around her stomach. He put her head in his lap and rubbed her soft, long black hair and her dark, soft skin. He told her that they were going off to Russville, and that she would have to pick two concubines to go with them.
"Can I pick any ones I want?" she asked.
"Yes, as long as the choices are pleasing to me," he replied.
She, the lovely concubine named Bathsheba, replied that she had made her decision on which concubines to bring along with them.
"Numbers 13 and 7, come out, please," she said.
The two ladies came out of the curtained off inner harem, where Natonito rarely went, out of respect for the young ladies. They generally policed themselves, and Bathsheba did a good job of making sure that all of the ladies kept in good order. The two young ladies were both beautiful. Number 13 was young, slender, and had long blond hair and gorgeous green eyes. Natonito was pleased. Number 7 was tall, slender, and had long brown hair and brown eyes. She was a sweet-looking, pleasant girl. Natonito did not hesistate to compliment his chief concubine on the fine choices.
"You are a wise woman, my dear. If your father were known I would marry you," he said.
"It is a shame then that my father is not known, for I believe I would like to be married to you. You are not one to ignore the advice I give," she replied.
"When one is as intelligent as you are in giving advice, one need not worry about being ignored," he said as he smiled and cradled her breasts. They both laughed.
"Alright, now we are going in the Liberty to Russville, so let's get ready and go!" he said.
The servants had brought his clothing and neccesities for the group of four and they headed off immediately in the ship with one of Natonito's most trusted advisors, the Baron of Staunchville. Together they headed for the rustic region of Russville, just south of the mountains where the old palace was, now inhabited by the SCG rebels. They all hoped that the prescence of the second in command of the empire would put the local situation in order. Thanks to his wonderful chief concubine, the Directrix was not nearly as mad as he first was. He thanked the mages that he had been able to find such a beautiful and wise woman in the streets of Bravia. There were few such women in the whole empire, and she was the only one he had ever met who was worthy of being his wife. Too bad she was unrecognized by anyone in the city of Bravia itself, or anywhere else for that matter. The directrix could marry the daughter of a noble, but not the illegitimate daughter of who knew who. The directrix hoped it wasn't the traitors Jonathan Picket II (the Secfenian Central Guard), or Fue de Joie (another member of the SCG). In all likelihood, she had just been the lucky daughter of one of the many prostitutes of Bravia, who happened to be intelligent and beautiful. Whoever she was, the directrix didn't care, and he was just glad that he could count on someone to stand by him and support him and give him more than just sex, but real love, something that had been missing in his lonely life.
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