Commander's Rounds Volume 1

Entry 106-1: the Imminent guest

The commander stared at the calendar on his computer. He hadn't exactly been counting the days himself, seeing as he was busy with the many things he had to take care of as the commander of the base. Judging from what he was seeing in front of him, King George's projected due date was practically on top of them. Recently, it wasn't something that he could keep in the corner of his mind anymore.

So, the commander vowed that any moment not spent in his office was going to be spent with King George, made easier by the fact that she lived with him and had started working from home in the past couple of weeks. He'd explained things to Dido, and she was happy to take on more duties- the best way to explain it was that she wanted to be wanted. Not that she didn't have any help in those matters, as she did have access to a couple of other maids.

Dido was washing the dishes herself when she felt someone's arms wrap around her waist. "Ah...?!"

"Just me~" Said Tiger. "Was just seeing what kind of noise you'd make. You never fail to disappoint, of course."

Princess Royal hmphed as she went about wiping off the table. "I know you have time to contemplate that sort of thing, but would you care to explore that sort of thing behind closed doors?"

"Already done!" Said Tiger. "...Dido is a lovely girl, but you know who I can't do without."

Princess Royal grunted in annoyance, and busied herself with her work. "I have to admit it'd be odd to have a life without you in it, for one reason or another. You certainly inspire me to make sure that I never fall to a certain depth of conduct."

Dido blushed at all of the talk, but went on washing the dishes, lost in thought. Tiger noticed it, and put her eyes on her. "Now... What does our little queen have going on in her head? You seem anxious... Is it something that a Tiger can help out of your system?"

Dido squeaked a little. "Ah... Well, it has to do with Master and the little mistress." She continued working on the dishes. "...He asked me to help look after Matilda because it takes a lot of work, but I don't know if I'm ready either. Vestal talked to all of us to tell us all of the practical things we might need to do to help out, but..."

Princess Royal looked up from her work. "If you're a maid, you should be well-acquainted with dealing with people who are disagreeable in a certain petulant and capricious fashion. It is the condition of your work, after all."

Tiger giggled. "As usual, our princess isn't shy when she has an opinion she wants to share."

The other battlecruiser spoke up. "Well, if it's an opinion you are looking for, then you shall have it. If I recall things correctly, the sorts of people to hire on a great many menial servants never quite grew out of being pampered children themselves, as far as I recall."

"That's almost a joke, coming from someone so particular about your tea." Tiger replied.

"As a few ships can tell you, when I find a matter sufficiently disagreeable, I mean to address the matter myself, when it is called for." She wiped the table with her usual non-optional aggression, on the assumption that the table would give up its stains to save itself from her vicious and continued attention. "Besides, anyone desiring to be a prince or king among men ought to go out to face the enemies of their nation with steel in their hand at least once. I know that back in the old days, I didn't come back with a dry blade."

Dido blushed a bit. "But... This is very important to master, so..."

She blushed and squeaked as Tiger kissed her on the back of her head. "Hehe... I think you were made so cute as a survival trait. People can't help wanting to protect you. But as for master, you seem to first fret, and second, perform."