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Leah squeezed her backpack that Montava had carried for her. She had never been so excited. She stood alone, frozen to the spot, inside the foyer to her new quarters. Five minutes later, she stopped shaking with excitement and began to venture through. This was a home within a home. She unconsciously dropped her jaw as she started her mission of exploration. She was thankful Montava and Chotar were conversing with other guards outside the entrance—they would laugh at her.
So this is a taste of how the Trimadian hierarchy live.
The area allocated for her was literally the size of a substantial mansion and exquisitely furnished. This Supreme Ruler knew how to live and went to painstaking efforts to please her.
The foyer introduced a living area and was the size of a basketball court. The ornaments, vases, and urns looked old and valuable. Everything seemed to compliment each other. Grand size mirrors, paintings of interesting landscapes, and tapestries adorned the walls. Comfortable sofa’s and chairs around a wall size fireplace looked inviting. “This is magic,” she kept repeating to herself.
The color scheme and furnishings were warm, similar to her quarters on Talokta’s ship, but this room by comparison was enormous.
She walked through an arch way into the next room, which was comparably small, as in half a basketball court. It was an elegant dining chamber with high backed cushioned chairs, an intricate pattern woven on the material resembling a medieval era from Earth. Only difference was the embroidered triangular images on the backs were similar to the tattoos she had seen on the Trimadian soldiers. It was overall a grand sight. Great for socializing. She could picture a huge feast spread on the table with candelabrum, goblets, and room to feed at least thirty to forty people comfortably. Side buffet tables with elaborate carvings were displayed against the walls, again adorned with rich works of art.
At the end of the room she spied another door and was about to reach up to open it when she realized there was no door handle. She jumped as the door slid soundlessly open. Cool. She had no idea that it was her mind that made it open, simply because she wanted it to.
Greeting her was a pleasantly lit hallway with several doors on each side. She entered one and would class this as the powder room. Yes, let’s see, four hand basins set in a huge beautiful vanity, toilet (thank God), bidet (no thanks), and a shower with massaging spray nozzles all over the walls (awesome!)
Another door adjoining opened up to reveal a huge sunken tub large enough to swim laps. Straight above the tub was a stained glass ceiling, the sunlight shining through splashed the most intricate psychedelic colors around the room. She could be quite happy spending time in this room, smoking a joint! She chuckled to herself.
Reluctantly exiting, she carried on down the hallway, and rounded a corner. She spied another door and it too automatically opened as she approached. It was a dressing room equipped with a wall length walk in robe that was full of clothing, shoes and accessories. There were a few well lit makeup tables and further down, what looked like a small hair salon, with a massage table. My own beauty parlor, haha!
The length of the room was, as Leah pictured it, big enough to comfortably house a dozen models and not come within an arm’s breadth of each other. Wall to floor mirrors were opposite, but Leah wanted to carry on exploring. Dress ups would have to wait.
Down the end of the hallway were two more doors adjacent to each other. She noticed one had a handle. She cautiously opened it, and she was back on the outer corridor. Wow, a separate private entrance. She tentatively looked back down the corridor and could see two new guards in different uniforms posted outside her main entrance. She smirked; they were so far away.
Even if I rolled a heavy bowling ball, it probably wouldn’t reach them. They’d probably blast it with their Gloctols. She giggled.
She shut the door and walked to the other. It too slid across as she approached and, she stopped dead in her tracks. “Oh my God,” she cried. This was the pièce de résistance! The first thing that grabbed her was the colors–almost a replica of her bedroom on the ship. The room was, of course, huge and the furnishings could only belong inside a palace. Now her palace! Her eyes took in a baby grand piano that stood in a raised corner. A gold torch mounted on a tripod stand proudly guarded the instrument. Huge vases, statures and ornaments were tastefully scattered around the room. Kids would love to play hide and seek here. Nah, not just kids, she giggled.
The dressing table and matching commodes were ornate and looked as if they were carved from marble and gold. A living area in front of the bed housed a huge low coffee table surrounded by a triclinium of sofas. A secretary type desk was inside an alcove–gee, I can write home now.
She walked to a tallboy and opened a drawer, drew in a breath, opened another drawer.
The clothing was beautiful and looked all hand made. Fit for royalty. Fit for Queen Leah. She ran her finger across a matching dressing table–so smooth and luxurious.
Well, it looks like this Supreme Ruler is going to look after me and have me around for a while, a kept woman. What if this was all an illusion or perhaps this was not even her room. Her space was in a dusty little cell with a mat to sleep on? That thought sent an involuntary shiver down her spine as her mind cast over the horror dream she had a few months back about slaves in mines being tortured and whipped, trying to survive and her sitting on a golden throne. Was she the cause of their misery? Was that to do with her future, or was that simply something that had happened in Leah’s past life six thousand years ago on Earth?
She forced those morbid thoughts away. They seemed out of place here. This was luxury even her visions would never be able to comprehend. She could force herself to get used to this!
Bon Vivant!
Leah did a slow three hundred and sixty degree turn taking in the surrounding splendor and could not stop a wide, almost stupid grin spreading from ear to ear. This is reality. This is now. I can handle this! She stared at the bed before her–oh, this is mine for sure! She perched herself on the edge of the huge triple king size four poster bed that reached high up to the ceiling. Graceful, white net curtains meticulously tied back against each intricately carved pole. She pictured them billowing in the wind like sails, as she got the best night’s sleep she ever had in her life. She had a sudden urge to do something she had not done since childhood. She kicked off her shoes and as quick as she could, slid out of her beautiful gown, and lovingly placed it, with her twin stone necklace on a loveseat opposite the bed. Clad only in her panties, she pulled her t-shirt out of her backpack and threw it on. She sat back on the edge of the bed and did a backward roll up to her feet and began jumping up and down from the excitement. Here she was, her Majesty, Queen Leah in her bare essentials acting like a kid. “Yee haa!” After twenty or so jumps and several dozen giggles and peals of joyful laughter, she stopped and leapt off and landed on a, oh yes, a deep piled soft Persian rug. It felt very sexy as she dug her toes into the deep fibers.
One could get up to so many activities on these gorgeous rugs, she wickedly thought. Her heart yearned as she so missed having a boyfriend and making love. She thought of Pete. When was she going to see him again? She sighed. This whole room brought out the romance in her.
She sat down on a loveseat positioned by the wall and took in the whole room. Hmm, I wonder what price I have to pay for such utter splendor and luxury. Or, is it my right? Surely nothing is for free? She noticed another smaller door to her left. She swore that was not there earlier. She walked to it; yep, it soundlessly opened again. It was the tub room with the beautiful stained glass ceiling she entered a few minutes earlier. Little secret entrances, it was a bit disorientating. It was as if the rooms had a mind of their own!
“Oh who cares!” She slapped her thighs and went back to her makeshift trampoline. She flopped down, sinking into sheer bliss. A small wave of dizziness caught her. Must rest! She took a deep breath in and closed her eyes. She could swear she could smell something.
Bergamot orange, frankincense, ylang ylang, and lavender, similar to what she could smell going to see Dr. Ventrowe–boy, did he annoy her. Something else rushed her nose, and she did not know what it was.
Stuff it, who cares?
An old Trimadian herb had filtered through, used to relax and unwind.
What Kalvich would term, “loosen one’s mind.”
Leah glanced over at her two stones. Soon she would need to give them to Cemel, one person she was very curious to meet, and then all three bloodstones would be reunited. She sighed. All this splendor and no one to share it with. Once more she thought of Pete. She genuinely missed him, the loneliness almost physically hurt. No amount of luxury could stop that feeling.
Her mind seemed to float, and she found it hard to focus on anything longer than a second. Her mind flashed over images and just as she tried to understand what they were, they would change, like watching a crazy music video clip that changed with the beat. She felt overwhelmingly relaxed, similar to the influence of marijuana she had in her younger days. Was it that medicine she had taken from the quack? She was too buggered, her limbs felt floppy, and she just needed to sleep. Slowly, the images faded away. Her last thought, before she succumbed to sleep was
When do I meet my host, this mysterious Supreme Ruler?