Dark Nine ❈ Dark Nine Universe Bk1 ❈

Chapter Fourteen

Back on Dark Ninth, the Kors show me to my guest chamber – which would soon be permanent rather than temporary.

Any dust and harmful bacteria had been exterminated with, ironically, a cleaning device from Earth called a Vac, just because we specialised in weird gadgets like that back at home which were often popular all throughout the habitable planets full of subspecies.

Around me the dark and veiny prison stone of the room is accentuated by the green luminescent moss.

The luminescence which I now recognise as soul-stuff. The soul remnants of the species before me. The Fey of Dark Ninth... as littered glitter all around me. Yikes.

The room is sparse, with a purple bed – and an adjoining bathroom.

There is a desk and a small library.

There is also a small window, which I have to stand on top of the desk to see out of, to get a view of the outside nature.

The bed itself is soft, fluffy and perfect. At least something wasn't old or reminding me of bones.

I end up sitting in the middle of it, as I watch Jupiter pace by the front of the guest room on the inner balcony – there are no doors to any rooms so I just watch him move left... to right... back again... back again... again... again.

I start to glare because Jupiter looks a little annoyed, especially when he glances in to look at me.

Eventually, after awhile of requesting time to myself in my own space, I give up on privacy and call out to Jupiter as he patrols.

"Why do you look so angry for?" I call out and Jupiter stops sneering to come to a halt in his pacing, looking in at me slowly.

"Are you going to just sit and think all day?" Jupiter inquires.

"When we all got back, Mercury mentioned ransom again," I say, "It scared me. That I'll be a target of intergalactic criminal syndicates. So sorry if I wanted to think about that threat. What else am I going to do anyway, I don't have a job besides... baking the bun," I sigh as I slap my hand to my stomach, "I'm literally a breeding vessel, Jupiter. I might be an empress... but damn... it's a pretty boring job."

I had stripped naked and adorned a brand new Plume, a green silky skirt around a chain around my waist – but no Krown, I didn't want that collar choking me, even if it complimented the bottom.

So, I'm straight up, tits out again, but hell, why not – there was no population to hide from on Dark Ninth.

Jupiter doesn't enter my room, it's as if he won't unless invited.

It's a silly thought to me, until I see him glaring spontaneously at the line around the stones which mark the entry point to my guest chamber. So, there may be no door, just a boundary, and as he leans against the arch, I do wonder if he can't enter unless I formally invite him in.

"...it's not that simple..." Jupiter grumbles to himself, while glaring at that line.

"Come in?" I try not to laugh, especially when Jupiter sighs darkly and somewhat demonically for no reason before he steps forward – raising his head and his silver eyes, "What are you, a vampire that needs permission to cross the threshold of my house? If you can call it a house?" I try to joke.

"I wouldn't intrude unless invited to intrude, Empress Diana," Jupiter growls back at me, immediately beginning to panic-stalk the room now, but not coming near me. Why is he so anxious to expel his pent up energy for? Couldn't he relax?

For a moment anyway, I am slightly taken aback by the Empress title being used for the first time.

I stare with what feels like a stupendous amount of exasperation again as Jupiter now walks to one end and then the other end of my chamber, pacing fast, hands behind his back as he glares at every corner.