“What the hell is this?” whispered Haruka as she bent over to look at herself in the mirror.  From what she could tell, she hadn’t spurted up in height (so far anyway), but even so, there were great changes afoot.

The normally stoic and level-headed Urashima woman couldn’t help but be flabbergasted and alarmed by what she saw when she had awoken and checked herself in the mirror in her bathroom.  Besides from having to stoop over to get a good look at her reflection, Haruka wasn’t expecting anything else out of the ordinary (unless there was in fact another growth spurt that happened while she slept).  Lo and behold, the new day brought forth a new surprise.

Haruka never really considered herself a vain woman in particular.  She wasn’t obsessed with fashion or whatever new trend it was when it came to improving one’s looks.  In her younger years, she dabbled in things like makeup, hairstyles, and improving one’s figure to look sexier.  It was a common enough trend for young women, especially those who were in love.  And given Haruka’s affections for both Seta and Julia in her younger days, she took an interest in looking and feeling her best in order to strengthen her relationship with the two of them.  However, once Julia had her close call with death and Seta started distancing himself emotionally soon after, those kinds of things no longer held appeal to Haruka.  By the time she was entering her mid twenties, she no longer cared for what type of mascara or eyeliner to use or which brand of conditioner to put in her hair or what type of aerobics regimen she should try to get a more sculpted torso or make her butt look bigger and more pronounced.  It was around that time that Haruka started to take up smoking as a minor hobby in order to bring her stress levels in check.

With the modest amount of smoking she took in, Haruka figured that it would have some degree of negative effects on both her health and her outward appearance.  It was something that she had made peace with and figured it wasn’t worth the worry to obsess over such a thing.  Yet now, before Haruka stood  (or more accurately leaned forward) a woman who resembled her greatly in appearance, but seemed distinctly…younger.

From what Haruka could gauge, she had the appearance of a young woman who was in her mid twenties, compared to her actual age of being thirty.  While an age difference of around five years or so might not seem like much to an outside observer, to someone like Haruka, it was rather noticeable to say the least.

Whatever wrinkles started forming on her face (especially around her eyes) had outright vanished as if by a magical spell while Haruka slept.  Her face - hell, pretty much EVERYTHING about her - her skin, her figure, the shine in her hair, the perkiness of her breasts, the firmness of her ass cheeks, etc.  Whatever physical feature regarding the appeal of a woman you could think of, Haruka had it in spades.  Kaolla’s growth hormone might have increase Haruka’s size and bustline somewhat, but it was only those two features before today.  Now, Haruka had all the natural sex appeal the woman she was in her younger years, at it was NATURALLY ingrained into her very being, as opposed to cosmetically induced - and it all occurred overnight whie she slept no less!

“Kaolla,” whispered Haruka as she stared at her reflection.  “She’s gotta be behind this somehow.  If I were to guess, it probably has something to do with those pills of hers.  It HAS to be, knowing how she operates.”

Deciding it was best to get out and about rather than linger and stare at her own image (tempting as it might have been), Haruka made sure she was properly dressed before getting ready to leave her room.  She reminded herself to remind Kaolla to have another set of super-stretchy undergarments at the ready in preparation for the next growth spurt, assuming the Molmolian supergenius wasn’t already making plans in advance.  Once she securely fastened the sports bra and super short yoga pants (if they could even be considered pants at this point and not closer to panties), Harkua made her way towards the door, bent down to leave…and rapped her head atop the door frame as she knelt.

“Rrgh…” groaned Haruka as she rubbed the top of her head.  Fortunately the collision wasn’t too bad.  Aside from some temporary soreness, there was nothing to be too concerned over, either to Harua’s cranium or to the doorframe itself.

“Stupid tiny door,” grumbled Haruka as she passed through it, knowing damn well the door was by no means small for the majority of people on the planet.  It was simply SHE who had become all the more taller - all the more LARGER overall - which led to to inadvertent bumping of the top of her noggin against the doorframe.

‘In a few more days, the single doors will be both too short and too narrow for us to pass through without grunting and straining ourselves,’ thought Haruka.  ‘Hell, Amalla and Tsuruko are already too tall to stand up in the majority of rooms here at the dorms already.  And if we keep getting bigger and bigger - even if our rate of growth starts to slow down - we’ll ALL end up being too tall for ANY of the rooms and be forced to sit indoors at all times and crawl about to get from room to room.  Kaolla, you BETTER have a more permanent solution sooner than later, or so help me…’  These were Haruka’s thoughts as she navigated through the dorm hallways, thankful that she didn’t have to worry about her head making contact with the ceilings…not yet anyway, thankfully.

As Haruka’s footsteps thudded significantly through the hallways, she ended up coming into contact (almost literally) with another of the Hinata House residents…another three, to be more accurate.

“Whoa there!” hollered Kitsune as she came within inches of colliding into Haruka as the two of them halted suddenly upon rounding opposite ends of a corner.  “Careful there, Haruka,” said the fox-eyed busty beauty as she stopped altogether, with Haruka doing the same (though their magnificent bosoms did momentarily bump into one another in that brief moment).

“Kitsune,” said Haruka in response as she stared back at the younger woman.  “Sorry, I didn’t see you there…or, more accurately I was lost in thought.  I felt…far away like I was walking.  Sorry again, I’ve just had a lot on my mind.”

“Hey, no harm, no foul, sugar,” replied Kitsune with a heartwarming grin.  Ever the peacemaker she tried to be, Kitsune was usually quick to try and bring others at ease, almost as well as Mutsumi or Shinobu if she were to compare herself.  After all, she was the type of girl who always preferred to sip sake and take a nice, long soak in the hot springs for as long as possible

Right behind Kitsune stood both the Aoyama sisters, standing proud and tall amongst the four women (with Tsuruko standing as THE tallest among the group as well as ALL the women at Hinata House, with only Amalla being in the nine-foot-plus range alongside her).  Thankfully all four women were clothed, even if they were only wearing the borderline underwear which Kaolla had provided for them via her 3D clothing printer.

As Haruka gazed upon the other three women standing before her, she couldn’t help but notice something about their appearances.  Sensing a touch of deja vu, Haruka looked upon the whole lot of them and felt as though the outward appearance of ALL of them seemed to be much like the one she saw in the mirror not so long ago.  Moving her gaze upon the whole lot of them, from one woman to the next, Haruka saw pretty much all of the same physical improvements in them as she did in herself: luscious skin, plump lips, improved curves, perfect ratio of body fat to muscle, slender necks, a vibrant shin in their hair, breasts that practically defied gravity with almost no saggin whatsoever, and on and on with the frightening level of goddess-like perfection in their overall outward appearances.  Add a sparkle and a heavenly glow, and one would suspect these women of being literal goddesses come to earth (including Haruka, of course).

“Kitsune,” began Haruka slowly, “by chance, have ANY of the three of you taken a good look in a mirror or at one another since you woke up?”

There was a collective sigh from all three women, before Tsuruko decided to be the one to speak up this time.

“Afraid so, Haru-chan,” stated Tsuruko with a smile.  “And seeing you now for the first time since last night, I’d make an educated guess that literally EVERY woman here at Hinata has undoubtedly undergone the same change in our appearance.”

“I figured as much,” muttered Haruka in response, before pausing, blinking her eyes rapidly, and staring at (and up at) Tsuruko.  “Wait a minute…Haru-chan?” asked a bewildered Haruka.

“Yes, indeed,” replied Tsuruko with a smile that was equally parts calming and seductive, given the shine in her eyes and the rosy hue on her cheeks as she answered back.  What alarmed Haruka even more was that Motoko seemed to be Tsuruko’s wing-woman on what was being implied, given the rosy smile on her face and the quick, semi-subtly licking of her lips right after Tsuruko’s reply.  Whether Motoko’s blush was out of embarrassment of just heated, libido-driven impulse, Haruka wasn’t fully sure just yet…most likely a combination of both.

“Anyways,” said Kitsune, trying to get the conversation back on track.  “We were just headin’ on down to the kitchen to grab a bite.  Would ya care to join us, Haruka?”

“Sure, I could eat,” replied Haruka.  She then proceeded to follow the other three women down towards the kitchen, their collective group footfalls making both distinct thuds and even vibrating the very floorboards themselves as they walked.  After all, how many women over 8 feet tall or greater come waltzing on through a dormitory hallway?  Let alone four of them at a time (one of them being in the 9-foot-plus range to boot!)?

As they walked through the halls towards the kitchen, the four women came upon some of Amalla’s servants.  Whether it was single-handedly or in pairs, the Molmolian servants carried out their tasks with the utmost of professionalism as they worked.  Be it cleaning the windows, sweeping the floors, making the rounds by emptying trash bins from room to room, or any other conceivable task which would normally be allotted to Keitaro, the servants performed each task with a level of skill that was almost frightening.  It was as if they had lived in Hinata House for years, such was the dexterity and natural grace they performed their chores with.

Upon nearing the kitchen, the ladies happened upon the eldest of the platoon of Amalla’s servants, the older gentleman named Malik.  At that moment, he was currently wiping down the dining room table while another servant was busy reorganizing the fridge to maximize storage space of the groceries that were recently purchased.  The collective footfalls must have been all too apparent, for Maklik turned around as the ladies entered and spoke.

“Greetings, Lady Haruka, Lady Kitsune, Lady Motoko, and Lady Tsuruko,” stated Malik cordially.  “To what do I owe the pleasure to be graced with your collective presence?”

“Lady?” asked a bewildered Kitsune, not expecting to be addressed with such a title.

“Well, um…Malik, was it?” asked Haruka.

“Yes, indeed, Lady Haruka.  My thanks for remembering my name,” replied the older gentleman with a sincere grin.

“There’s no need for fancy titles or anything like that,” stated Haruka with her own calming grin.  “You can just call me either by my first name or as “Miss Urashima” if you prefer.  I’d wager that the others here probably feel the same way about that sort of thing.  Am I correct in that assumption?”  Haruka turned her head to the other three for confirmation.  Sure enough, all three nodded in agreement with Haruka’s assessment.

“You humble me with your graciousness, milady,” replied Malik with a bow.  “However, as much as it warms my heart to see such natural grace and kindness in your response, I’m afraid I’m going to have to insist on referring to you…on referring to all of you - all thirteen of you…by your proper titles from here on out.”

“W-wait, all of us?” asked a confused Haruka.  “You’re talking about all the women currently here in the dorms?”

“Aside from the female attendants who came here to assist you, yes.” clarified Malik with a calm grin.

“Well, Mr. Malik," stated Motoko with a rather awkward and embarrassed look on her face (which was rather adorable, given her nature), you’ll forgive us if we find being addressed as such as rather…well…odd.  We’re simply not used to being referred to by such titles.  We aren’t like Amalla, after all.”

“That is a perfectly understandable viewpoint to have, Lady Motoko,” replied Malik.  “However, you all now are Queen Amalla’s “ladies in waiting,” in a way of putting things, so it is only proper that you are showed the respect you all deserve now that you’re being brought into the Molmolian royal family.”

“I beg your pardon?” asked Motoko and Haruka simultaneously as they stared down at the older gentleman, blushes filling up their cheeks in the process.

“My apologies if I’ve made you all confused, my dear ladies,” stated Malik as he humbly bowed his head.  “It was my understanding that with Queen Amalla’s arrival and her desire to bring in more members into the royal harem that you would all automatically become her “ladies in waiting,” as the term goes.  In time, you would all become queens of Molmol yourselves, with Amalla as head queen of the group.  Perhaps one day, she may even be so bold as to proclaim herself empress in due time, but I’m getting ahead of myself.  Forgive me for whatever confusion I may have brought you all.”

“It’s alright, Mr. Malik,” stated Kitsune.  “It’s just…I’m guessin’ Amalla told ya’ll about this little…well…this get-together she’s tryin’ ta rope us all into, am I right?”

“The harem plan, yes, Lady Kitsune,” replied Malik without missing a beat.

“And you see nothing wrong or odd about that?” asked Haruka skeptically.

“Our queen has impeccable and immaculate tastes when it comes to partnering up with others and bringing them into the fold alongside her other lovers and soulmates.  While she has a special place for our king, His Highness Lamba Lu, Queen Amalla has a tremendous heart with which she can love and share herself with others more and more.  If she has declared all of you to be her future wives-to-be…alongside Lord Urashima as your collective husband, of course, then she has obviously seen you all as wonderful people with whom she simply wants to love and shower with tenderness and affection.  Like I said earlier, Queen Amalla is a remarkable judge of character, as she simply doesn’t bring just anyone into her harem.”

The both Haruka and Kitsune stood mouths slightly ajar, looking rather flabbergasted as they stared down at the Molmolian servant’s explanation of their relationship relative to Amalla Su…scratch that, relative to ALL the women at Hinata House, Keitaro, and even the Molmolian royal family.  It was clear enough to see that Malik wasn’t joking in the slightest in referring to them with such lofty titles.  In his eyes (and that of the rest of Amalla’s retinue of royal servants, no doubt), all of the Hinata women were practically part of the royal family already, somewhere between being princesses or even queens themselves like Amalla.

“I…I think I need to take a seat,” stated Haruka, who was also partly craving for a cigarette to help clear her head.

“I’ll join ya, honey,” stated Kitsune a moment later.

For their part, both the Aoyama sisters weren’t as alarmed as Haruka and Kitsune by comparison.  After all, they had pretty much signed onto the harem plan by this point and were adamant on doing their part to bring it to full fruition (Tsuruko even more adamantly than Motoko at this point, though Motoko wasn’t far behind her older sister in terms of drive).  The only surprising part of this whole revelation was the very idea of becoming literal ROYALTY in the midst of these new developments.

“We’ll end up becoming…queens?” thought Motko out loud.

“Once a royal wedding has been made official and brought to its conclusion, yes, Lady Motoko,” answered Malik with a grin.  “I look forward to that glorious day when you and your fellow wives cement your love for one another and are brought into the royal Molmolian family.  I know nothing would make Queen Amalla happier than having more wonderful people she can love with the passion of both a lover and a sister, for you would all be both of them in her eyes, you see.”

“Lovers and sisters?” asked a rather flustered Motoko, with her cheeks flaring in embarrassment from dwelling on the idea.

“Yes,” continued Malik.  “Sisters in that you would all share the same husband, in this case Lord Urashima, and lovers in that you would all love and share one another.  I suppose there might be some semantic “splitting of hairs” as some might term it, believing you all to be wives to one another plain and simple.  In Molmol, the bonds of women being as close as both sisters and wives to one another runs neck-in-neck in terms of intensity.  That’s why the term of “sister wives” is prevalent in Molmolian culture, at least for those who wish to form such a bond with regards to marriage or simply having lovers.

“I must say,” stated Tsuruko, “it’s a rather…liberal view of love and intimacy compared to other cultures around the world.”  Even the older Aoyama sister was blushing distinctly at dwelling over such a topic.

“Indeed it is, Lady Tsuruko,” replied Malik with a grin.  “It is simply the way it has been in Molmolian culture for millennia.  We don’t force it onto other cultures or societies around the world, but at the same time, we don’t bend or compromise on such a thing either whenever nations or governments tell us to do away with it.  To Molmolians, love and passion are things which we don’t believe should be compromised on.  Our queen believes in that sentiment probably better than anyone in Molmol, maybe better than anybody on the entire planet for that matter.”

“I see,” muttered Tsuruko in thought aloud.  The older Aoyama sister didn’t seem to have reservations about what she had just heard.  From her perspective, as far as she was concerned, as long as she got to be with Keitaro as a lover (and maybe even as his wife in the future), then everything else was simply “icing on the cake.”  And if she happened to get a large pool of amazonian beauties (relative to others as opposed to her, being the tallest of the bunch) then so much the better.  For Tsuruko had to admit, even if she wasn’t particularly “into” women before both Amalla’s arrival as well as transforming into a miniature giantess, she was slowly but unflinchingly becoming more and more turned on by the sight of ALL of these towering beauties - these borderline goddesses in human form whose company she was in, including that of her younger sister.

“Motoko?” inquired Tsuruko as her sister was starting to head towards the kitchen along with the other two.

“Yes, sister?” asked the younger Aoyama sister in curiosity.

“Forgive me for my indulgences, but there’s something I need to check real quick.  So I beg for your understanding, my dear Motoko.” Tsuruko replied with both calm and seduction in her voice at the same time.

“What is it that you need to verify, Tsu-”

A second later, Motoko’s lips stopped as her older sister gingerly pressed her own against them.  The older Aoyama sister brought her hands up and wrapped them around Motoko’s waist, feeling and caressing the entirety of Motoko’s back in the process.

On her end of the kissing and embracing, Motoko was first alarmed, with her eyes going wide.  Even with the makeout session she (and her sister) were dragged into with Amalla, Mutsumi, Kanako, and Haruka not so long ago, Motoko was still rather quite virgin-like in her demeanor at the idea of getting hot and frisky - especially with her own sister initiating the makeout session in this instance.

That being said, if the rational part of her brain was going to raise an objection physically to her big sister getting fresh with her right there on the spot, that part soon died out like a freshly snuffed out flame at the wick of a candle.  Within seconds, Motoko returned the kiss and began running her hands all over Tsuruko in response, feeling up the softness and the curves all along the contours of Tsuruko’s torso, hips, thighs, and asscheeks.  Each Aoyama sister found herself drowning in a sea of pleasure as she enjoyed the feel of the other one’s lips against her own, as well as the sensations of the other one’s hands running up and down the other’s body with caressing and massaging like that of a professional masseuse.  Everything from the knee on up got a drumming or brushing of fingers and the occasional tender squeeze, which was driving both women into the deep end of pleasure.

If they kept things up at this rate, both Aoyama sisters would end up ripping each other’s clothing off there and then and start entering into R-rated content right there in the hallway.

“Er-ghem,” came the distinct coughing from Haruka, which served its purpose and woke both Aoyama women out of their sexually-themed lovefest.  Both turned their attention towards the Urashima woman (returning from the kitchen and standing in the hallway once more) and stared at her with embarrassed looks on their faces and deep blushes on their cheeks.

“I don’t mean to come between you two and cut short the “sisterly love,” so to speak,” said Haruka, “but if you’re going to do THAT here at Hinata House, then please do so in the privacy of your room.”

Surprisingly enough, without missing a beat, Tsuruko had a witty retort that she just seemed to blurt out in the heat of the moment.

“Would you care to join us by chance, Haru-chan?” asked Tsuruko.  “As the jingle from an old sitcom goes, “Three is company too,” Haru-chan.”  Tsuruko finished with a grin.

The statement got Haruka somewhat flustered in response.  Even WITH the six-way love session which both she and the Aoyama women were a part of earlier in her bedroom, Haruka was still slightly taken back by how forward Tsuruko was becoming.  In a way, it was as if the towering, dark-haired beauty was becoming more and more like Amalla, at least with regards to sexual appetite and the desire for group makeout sessions (or even full-blown orgies even!).

“Maybe after breakfast, yeah?” replied Haruka with sarcasm in her voice, hoping Tsuruko would take a hint.

The older Aoyama woman broke off her embrace of holding Motoko firm against her body, made her way down the halls, and stopped right in front of Haruka, leaning forward slightly and whispering in response:

“I know by the tone in your voice that you’re joking in your response, but I would LOVE to have another go at it, ideally with you, Mo-chan, and Ki-chan at the same time.  I won’t force the issue, but just know that the more time passes, the hungrier I’ll end up getting, my sweet little Haru-chan.”  Tsuruko finished with a quick kiss to Haruka’s lips before heading into the kitchen, ducking substantially under the door as she did so and giving a great view of her ass while she ducked (most likely on purpose, given her behavior).  While under the doorway, she turned back and spoke out to her sister.

“Well, are you coming, Motoko?” asked Tsuruko as she continued onward and passed through the doorway, standing upright once more.

“Y-yes, sister,” said Motoko as she passed by Haruka and made awkward eye contact with the older woman.  It was at that very moment that the two of them felt the need to have some words pass briefly between them.

“I’ve seen enough from your sister, Motoko, but are YOU okay with this whole arrangement as well?” asked Haruka as she tilted her head upwards to look Motoko in the eyes.  The younger Aoyama sister fidgeted her fingers in nervous contemplation for a few seconds, before closing her eyes, taking a deep breath, and returning Haruka’s gaze with her own.

“It’s…all moving rather fast now…this whole harem plan, I mean,” began Motoko.  “And while I might have had reservations against it, between how I feel about Keitaro and how much everyone else’s happiness means to me as well as my own…I…I think I’m starting to make peace with it.”

“Really?” asked Haruka with genuine surprise in her voice.  “You’re REALLY okay with the idea of sharing Keitaro with not just one woman, but with as many as a dozen other women!?”

“The idea may seem outrageous at first,” replied Motoko, gaining more confidence as she spoke, “but in time, the more we start to embrace a scenario where all of us can live happily ever after with each other - you, me, Tsuruko, ALL of us Hinata women, and of course Kei-kun…I don’t know.  Even now, while a small part of me thinks this is ridiculous and outrageous, that part seems to be getting smaller and smaller while the part of me that wants both my own happiness and happiness for the people I love in equal measure - that other part is getting bigger and bigger.”

Haruka couldn’t help but shudder with subconscious pleasure upon the end of those last three words Motoko said, just like Motoko herself was sighing with temporary pleasure with a suppressed moan.  It appeared that just talking or thinking about these growth spurts was starting to get more and more of the Hinata women turned on as they became bigger, as odd and as unlikely as that concept might sound.

“Anyways, that’s my take on things…Haru-chan,” said Motoko as she gave a quick peck on Haruka’s cheek.  The gesture made the Urahsima woman go wide-eyed in response.  Clearly, she wasn’t expecting someone as stoic as Motoko - having the samurai-like discipline and temperament that she was raised with - to be so downright flirty at this time.  Motoko finished with a playful lick of her lips and a sexy wink before walking off towards the kitchen, ducking under the doorframe and regrouping with the other two women in their party of four.

That left Haruka Urashima standing alone in the hallways once more, reflecting on what she heard from both Malik and the Aoyama sisters.

‘Part of a royal family?’ thought Haruka.  ‘That and the fact that both Mokoto AND Tsuruko are okay with this harem plan?  They’re dead serious about this?  I wonder if Kitsune is on board with it too, now that I think about it.  From what I gather, she’s been developing more of a soft spot for Keitaro over the last few days, more than just beyond being flirty with the guy.’

“Is everything alright, Lady Haruka?” inquired Malik.  “You appear as though you’re lost deep in thought.”  Upon hearing this, Haruka shut her eyes and rapidly shook her head side-to-side before clearing her mind.

“I’m…I’m alright, Malik,” replied Haruka.  “Thank you for your concern, but I’ve just been processing a lot of what’s been going on, that’s all.  If you’ll excuse me.”  Haruka followed through by heading towards the doorway and passing/ducking through to reunite with the other women and get something to eat for breakfast.

That left Malik alone to do his chores once more.  As he resumed wiping down the kitchen table, he couldn’t help but crack a smile as he pondered on these developments.

‘They’re all beautiful women, both on the inside and the outside,’ thought Malik as he reflected on the dialogue which just occurred a few minutes ago.  ‘I’m sure they’ll make Queen Amalla a very happy woman - ALL of them and that Mr. Urashima fellow.  I have a good hunch about how this is going to turn out in the coming days.’

As he was wrapping up work, a fancy high-tech device on his wrist went off with a series of beeping and lights flickering.  Upon pressing a few buttons, Malik held the device up and spoke:

“Yes, Your Majesty?” asked Malik.

“My dear Malik, are you busy at this moment?” asked the voice of Amalla Su.

“For you, my queen, I am always ready and available,” replied Malik with a grin.

“I’m happy to hear that,” said Amalla with a chuckle.  “Well then, if you’re free, I need you to gather about half the servants and begin with a major project over at the neighboring annex building, so make sure you have your power tools nearby.”

“Yes of course, my queen,” replied Malik.  “Is it some kind of construction job, Your Majesty?”

“Something like that,” replied Amalla.  “More specifically, it’s a renovation project, so there’ll be a mix of both construction and deconstruction in the midst of the whole thing.  I’ll explain more in person next time I see you, and Kaolla will fill you in on the finer details, as well as provide drones for extra manpower concerns. Just know that this project is a rather BIG deal since it pertains to all of us BIG girls.”  Amalla emphasized the word “big” with a lot of bass in her voice to comically get the point across (though it was a serious point, joking aside).

“Understood, my queen,” said Malik.  “I’ll gather the strongest among the group and head over towards the annex as soon as I’m done with my current task.  Will that be all then, Your Majesty?”

“Yes, that will be all, my dear Malik,” replied a jovial Amalla.  “Just make sure to take breaks and eat something now and then while you’re working.  I can’t have my servants working themselves to death, especially one of the oldest and most-trusted servants to the royal family no less.”

“You flatter me, my queen,” grinned Malik in response at the concern she showed for her servants.  Even if she was a queen, Amalla wasn’t some stuck-up royal who expected to be treated like God’s gift to the world.  To Amalla, servants of the royal family were practically family in every way that mattered, whether they were blood-related or not.  Such a viewpoint was simply in her nature, and made her all the more beloved as a monarch among her people.

“Thank you again, Malik,” said Amalla.  “I’ll see you shortly and give you the rundown of this project in a short while.”  And with that, the device tuned out and radio silence once more occupied the device on Malik’s wrist.

‘Have to hand it to Princess Kaolla,’ thought Malik as he examined the gizmo on his wrist, ‘these communication devices are certainly handy in their own right.  That’s our royal family’s genius for you.’  And with that, he resumed his chores.