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© 2026 by Walter Reimer
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Bright morning sunlight filtered through gauzy curtains, the curtains themselves flowing in the gentle breeze coming in through the open window. Two middle-aged mels in suits, a lynx and a thin chocolate Labrador, sat quietly. Padds were unfolded and ready in their laps and their nostrils flared at times, enjoying the scent of fresh air and flowers borne on the breeze. The room was simply furnished with small tables and three comfortable armchairs.
Unlike others who had been summoned for an audience with the femme who was Regent to the teenaged Terran Emperor, the feline and canine were relaxed. They had been tutors to the Regent’s two sons for years now.
“My apologies for being late – please, stay seated,” Lady Alys al-Sakai said as she entered the small drawing room and took a seat within two meters of the pair. Her personal bodyguard, Sergeant Singh, took a position beside the door as the Indochinese leopardess smoothed her knee-length skirt. “There was some business that took rather too long,” Alys said.
“No matter, Your Highness,” the canine said. “We know you’re extremely busy.”
Alys allowed herself a smile. “Well then, to business. How are Vladmir and Farukh doing in their studies?”
The two mels glanced at each other and the canine gestured for the lynx to go ahead. The feline slid a finger across his padd, glanced at the display, and said, “Prince Farukh’s grades are above average for his age cohort. He learns at a slow rate, but very deep. He likes to know the causes of things.”
“I see. Has he settled on any educational paths?” Alys leaned back against the padded armchair, tail stroking against the silk brocade upholstery.
“His preferences are still very general,” the lynx replied. “Core subjects, of course, but shows interest in things like military policy and political science.” He glanced up, tufted ears twitching. “Very much like his late father in that regard.”
A fond smile touched Alys’ face. “Yes. Farukh was close to Felix. Vladmir was closer, of course. How is Farukh with others?”
“Based on my observations,” the lynx said, “it’s time he entered a formal school to increase his socialization, make friends and learn to interact with more than his current small circle of friends.” Alys nodded. Both tutors had been told to speak with her candidly and truthfully. “Security, of course, will be a paramount consideration.”
“Of course. Do you have a school in mind?” she asked.
“Janus Academy, one of the schools for the planet’s nobility. It’s also closest to the Palace,” the lynx replied promptly.
The leopardess caught the black-furred canine’s nod. “You agree?”
The Labrador said, “Yes, my Lady. Prince Vladmir’s fifteen. He needs to get out and see new faces that aren’t government ministers.”
The young Emperor’s mother chuckled. “Your point’s taken. How are his grades?”
“Uniformly high, across his core subjects, and he’s gaining practical experience in politics and governance with the Greening Terra project. He’s also shown some interest in agriculture, spending time with Bustani-jih in the gardens.”
“Which he’s been doing ever since Felix was murdered by the Kashlani,” Alys remarked, making a mental note to have a talk with the tiger. “I want both of you,” she said, and both tutors began to trace notes on their padds with their fingertips, “to contact the Ministry of Education and the Academy to assess my sons and get them enrolled. Security will be a priority, along with some flexibility in the class schedules. Vladmir will have to attend Cabinet meetings.”
The Labrador nodded as the lynx said, “One more thing, Highness.”
“Yes?”
“Prince Farukh has asked me to teach him to shoot.”
Alys blinked. “Well. He’s certainly old enough to learn. What about Vladmir?” she asked the canine.
“He’s expressed a desire to defend himself, yes,” the Labrador replied.
“Hmm.” Alys’ tail swished. “Sergeant Singh?”
The guardsman stepped forward. “Yes, my Lady?”
She half-twisted in her chair to look up at him. “Would you be interested in giving my sons weapons training?”
“Personal firearms, Ma’am?” the dark-furred leopard asked.
The Regent glanced back at the tutors before facing him again. “Everything you know. Small arms, edged weapons, paw-to-paw combat.”
Singh paused and thought it over. “I’d be honored, my Lady.”
“Good. Work out a schedule between the three of you. Is there anything else?” The two civilians shook their heads, and she dismissed them with a gesture. After they had left the room, she stood and regarded Singh. “Any objections?”
He smiled. “None. It’s a dangerous place out there, and I want them to survive.”
“Vested interest?” she asked with an amused expression.
The smile widened. “I see how much they make you happy, and I have a vested interest in that.”
Alys stepped close and kissed his cheek. “Good answer.”
© 2026 by Walter Reimer
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RockBakerBright morning sunlight filtered through gauzy curtains, the curtains themselves flowing in the gentle breeze coming in through the open window. Two middle-aged mels in suits, a lynx and a thin chocolate Labrador, sat quietly. Padds were unfolded and ready in their laps and their nostrils flared at times, enjoying the scent of fresh air and flowers borne on the breeze. The room was simply furnished with small tables and three comfortable armchairs.
Unlike others who had been summoned for an audience with the femme who was Regent to the teenaged Terran Emperor, the feline and canine were relaxed. They had been tutors to the Regent’s two sons for years now.
“My apologies for being late – please, stay seated,” Lady Alys al-Sakai said as she entered the small drawing room and took a seat within two meters of the pair. Her personal bodyguard, Sergeant Singh, took a position beside the door as the Indochinese leopardess smoothed her knee-length skirt. “There was some business that took rather too long,” Alys said.
“No matter, Your Highness,” the canine said. “We know you’re extremely busy.”
Alys allowed herself a smile. “Well then, to business. How are Vladmir and Farukh doing in their studies?”
The two mels glanced at each other and the canine gestured for the lynx to go ahead. The feline slid a finger across his padd, glanced at the display, and said, “Prince Farukh’s grades are above average for his age cohort. He learns at a slow rate, but very deep. He likes to know the causes of things.”
“I see. Has he settled on any educational paths?” Alys leaned back against the padded armchair, tail stroking against the silk brocade upholstery.
“His preferences are still very general,” the lynx replied. “Core subjects, of course, but shows interest in things like military policy and political science.” He glanced up, tufted ears twitching. “Very much like his late father in that regard.”
A fond smile touched Alys’ face. “Yes. Farukh was close to Felix. Vladmir was closer, of course. How is Farukh with others?”
“Based on my observations,” the lynx said, “it’s time he entered a formal school to increase his socialization, make friends and learn to interact with more than his current small circle of friends.” Alys nodded. Both tutors had been told to speak with her candidly and truthfully. “Security, of course, will be a paramount consideration.”
“Of course. Do you have a school in mind?” she asked.
“Janus Academy, one of the schools for the planet’s nobility. It’s also closest to the Palace,” the lynx replied promptly.
The leopardess caught the black-furred canine’s nod. “You agree?”
The Labrador said, “Yes, my Lady. Prince Vladmir’s fifteen. He needs to get out and see new faces that aren’t government ministers.”
The young Emperor’s mother chuckled. “Your point’s taken. How are his grades?”
“Uniformly high, across his core subjects, and he’s gaining practical experience in politics and governance with the Greening Terra project. He’s also shown some interest in agriculture, spending time with Bustani-jih in the gardens.”
“Which he’s been doing ever since Felix was murdered by the Kashlani,” Alys remarked, making a mental note to have a talk with the tiger. “I want both of you,” she said, and both tutors began to trace notes on their padds with their fingertips, “to contact the Ministry of Education and the Academy to assess my sons and get them enrolled. Security will be a priority, along with some flexibility in the class schedules. Vladmir will have to attend Cabinet meetings.”
The Labrador nodded as the lynx said, “One more thing, Highness.”
“Yes?”
“Prince Farukh has asked me to teach him to shoot.”
Alys blinked. “Well. He’s certainly old enough to learn. What about Vladmir?” she asked the canine.
“He’s expressed a desire to defend himself, yes,” the Labrador replied.
“Hmm.” Alys’ tail swished. “Sergeant Singh?”
The guardsman stepped forward. “Yes, my Lady?”
She half-twisted in her chair to look up at him. “Would you be interested in giving my sons weapons training?”
“Personal firearms, Ma’am?” the dark-furred leopard asked.
The Regent glanced back at the tutors before facing him again. “Everything you know. Small arms, edged weapons, paw-to-paw combat.”
Singh paused and thought it over. “I’d be honored, my Lady.”
“Good. Work out a schedule between the three of you. Is there anything else?” The two civilians shook their heads, and she dismissed them with a gesture. After they had left the room, she stood and regarded Singh. “Any objections?”
He smiled. “None. It’s a dangerous place out there, and I want them to survive.”
“Vested interest?” she asked with an amused expression.
The smile widened. “I see how much they make you happy, and I have a vested interest in that.”
Alys stepped close and kissed his cheek. “Good answer.”
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