“These chairs were never designed for aliens!”

“Well, now they have to accommodate some, so find a way to destruct the indestructible chairs. I will send over an updated seating chart. Every chair marked ‘tachi’ must have a hole. Every chair marked ‘lees’ must be adjusted for a being of three to four feet in height.”

The engineer bared her fangs. “On whose authority?”

“On my authority. I’m the Maven. Look at it as a challenge.”

The engineer opened her mouth.

Maud loaded steel into her voice. “When these aliens go off into the galaxy, they will praise House Krahr’s hospitality instead of telling the universe that the elite of vampire engineering couldn’t solve the trivial problem of appropriate seating. We won’t embarrass ourselves. Have I made myself clear?”

“Yes, my lady.”

“I see you’re settling into your role,” a familiar voice said.

Maud raised her head from the screen. “Lord Erast?”

The Scribe nodded at her and passed her a tablet. “The Preceptor would like you to make the necessary edits. She wishes to deliver the document to the parties in question as soon as possible.”

Maud raised the tablet. The green spark of a scanner flashed at her. The contents were locked to her. The screen flared into life.

Mutual Cooperation Pact.

The following Articles are to outline the involvement and voluntary participation of Clan Nuan and the tachi Protectorate…

Oh no. “This won’t work.”

“What’s wrong with it?” the Scribe asked.

“It says involvement.”

“Involvement is a perfectly good word.”

“We’re dealing with the lees. It’s like making a deal with…” the devil. She grappled with her knowledge of ancient sagas, looking for a reference. “Yarlas the Cunning.”

Lord Erast raised his eyebrows.

“If we leave any gap, any hint at an alternative interpretation, they will drive a space cruiser through it. We have to make this super simple. Short, clear sentences. No ambiguity at all or we will end up explaining to Lady Ilemina why the lees now own the station and half of the planet. This will require an extensive edit.”

She stared at the gathering. Six vampires. If she could cull this to a reasonable number, she could devote all of her attention to editing the articles.

“Everyone with an immediate need step forward. Everyone whose issues can wait, see me this evening.”

The six vampires in front of her took a step forward in unison.

It was going to be a long day.

Maud stood in the middle of the Officer Hall and watched the entrance ceremony unfold on a large screen. The banquet room, a large space meant to accommodate five hundred diners, spread out before her, an expanse of smooth onyx-black floor punctuated by rosettes of tables and chairs made of the same glossy black. The crimson banners of House Krahr stretched along the walls, the gold catlike predator on them snarling to remind the gathering in whose house they were about to dine.

The blast shields of the massive battle station were down, and the far side of the hall was all window, the universe glittering beyond, with the turquoise and blue orb of the planet rising slowly to the right. A spray of radiant stars winked from beyond, the Krahr Home World Fleet displayed for the guests in a show of power and strength.

A dais had been raised in the center, with the windows as the backdrop, and in the middle of it a small vala tree spread its gnarled black branches, its red leaves glowing against the cosmos, at once fragile and indomitable, a testament to the power of life that flourished given the slightest chance.

Both the Kozor and Serak were already seated, taking up the center swath of tables. The lees and the tachi, in the newly butchered chairs, were also in their places, the tachi on the left, and the lees on the right, with the heads of both delegations nearest the dais. The one hundred and twenty knights of House Krahr would take the back rows of the tables. The addition of the thirty-eight aliens brought their numbers to one hundred and fifty-eight. If either Kozor or Serak recognized that they were being boxed in, they could do nothing about it.

She had spoken to both factions only a couple of hours ago about what to expect in greater detail.

“We will do our part. But why won’t the Krahr simply bring additional numbers to overwhelm the other Houses?” Dil’ki had asked her as they strolled through the Maven’s Gardens. “It would avoid the loss of life.”

“It’s about face,” Nuan Cee had said, drawing his paw-hand over his muzzle. “One must never lose it.”

“It’s a challenge,” Maud had explained. “The Kozor and the Serak hope to accomplish an incredible feat, worthy of the old sagas. The response from the Krahr must be equally heroic. They will reject any numbers advantage. This isn’t just about winning. This is about winning against the odds. Every moment of this wedding will be recorded.”

“Do the vampires of Krahr truly believe themselves to be that good?” Dil’ki had asked.

“Yes,” Maud had told her.

The royal sat quietly now, clad in the diaphanous veils and glowing jewelry of her kind. Her warriors waited around her, all a saturated, even color. Despite what was coming, the tachi were at ease.

At the other side of the hall, Clan Nuan, in their best gold and jewels, all wearing soft silky aprons, chattered and giggled without a care in the world.

The Herald announced Ilemina and Otubar. The hosts entered the hall last, according to tradition, and Ilemina and Otubar walked to their table, Ilemina elegant in her ornate armor and Otubar stalking next to her like a hulking krahr in a bad mood, while the Herald barked out their titles: Supreme Predator, Killer, Destroyer, Marauder, Slayer…

Maud wished with all her heart that she could hug Helen again. She left her on the planet. The battle station was no place for a child, especially if things proceeded as expected. She had to do what she did best: survive. Eliminate the threat and go back, to her daughter, her future husband, and her new home.

Easier said than done.

Arland approached. She felt his presence, rather than saw him, and turned. He towered above her in full syn-armor with a crimson cloak that made him seem even more enormous. His blood mace rested on his hip. He’d pulled his long blond hair from his face and secured it at the nape of his neck, and his features looked carved from granite, his blue eyes hard and cold. A Marshal in every sense of the word, meant to inspire fear.

He held out his arm to her. “Ready, my love?”

“Yes.” She put her hand on his wrist, her fingers light as a feather.

They entered the long narrow hallway leading to the banquet hall, moving in step.

Ahead the microphone-enhanced voice of the Herald recited their titles, booming through the room.

“Arland Rotburtar Gabrian, son of Kord, son of Ilemina, 28th Heir of Krahr, Lord Marshal of his House. Bloodmace, Bone Crusher, Ravager of Nexus, Destroyer of the World Killer. Kill count of two hundred and twenty-four.”

Maud caught their reflection in the polished walls. In it a strange woman glided next to Arland, wearing black armor and carrying a blood sword, a narrow crimson sash of the Maven wrapped around her left shoulder, crossing over her collarbone and draping over her right shoulder to trail behind her to the floor. She was graceful and strong, and walked next to a vampire prince like she belonged there.

A giddy, electric anticipation surged through her. They were walking to a fight. Finally, an end to all the pressure. One way or the other, it would be decided. Her lips threatened to curve into a smile, and she forced an arrogant cold mask over her face. Today she was Cinderella and her sword would be her glass slipper.

“Matilda Rose, daughter of Gerard, daughter of Helen, Lady and Heir of Demille, Maven of House Krahr.”

The hallway ended, and they strode into the banquet hall. The entirety of the room was watching them.

“Maud the Red, the Sariv, the Learned One.”

They were approaching the table where Onda and Seveline sat. Both women were staring daggers at her.

“Kill count of sixty and eight.”

A muscle in Seveline’s face jerked. That’s right, precious. I’m coming for you.

Arland led her to their table, directly behind the one occupied by the parents of the bride and groom. The two couples had arrived just this morning for the happy occasion.

She took her seat, keeping her face flat. Behind them, the Herald was announcing the next guest.

“Alvina, daughter of Soren, daughter of Alamide, Lady Renadra, Karat, Commander of Krahr…”

Maud sipped the light mint drink and watched the hall fill. Finally, everyone was seated.

Twelve vampire women entered the hall, moving in a column two abreast. Each wore a long white robe with a hood and carried a vala tree branch decorated with bells and golden thread. A low chant rose from their lips, a melodious song that floated through the chamber. Beautiful and timeless, it reached deep into one’s soul and found that vulnerable place hidden within. It wrapped around Maud and suddenly she missed her parents, Dina, Klaus, and Helen. She wanted to gather them all to her and hold on, because life was short and fleeting.

The procession split just short of entering the dais, the women moving along the main floor to encircle the raised platform, holding their branches straight up, as if guarding.