readied themselves. It was a small envoy. Only four guards. But they were only escorting an ambassador to delivery a treaty. It would be a short trip.
Avia, still feeling hot from her thoughts, wondered if the shortness was a good or bad thing.
***
“Please, Ambassador Tonson, allow me to escort you to the meeting room,” the King’s secretary said, bowing his head slightly.
Avia tried not to gape at the giant. The secretary must have been at least seven feet tall. But there was something different about this man. Though tall, he was not quite as muscular or large as the other Vistrans she had seen on file or in lecture. She remembered her professor explaining how there were a very few Vistran males born every generation without the mating or battle urge. These males usually entered the government to serve the King as they were guaranteed not to stage a coup. This tall secretary was clearly one of those more gentle Vistran males.
Ambassador Tonson followed the secretary into the main hall of the palace. Wide arches loomed over them while a unique rose colored stone shined below their feet.
After climbing a wide staircase and turning down another hallway, the secretary stopped in front of a pair of double doors. “From this point on, only official representatives are allowed,” he said.
Ambassador Tonson nodded. “Of course,” he said. Looking at the four guards, he said, “Please wait here.”
“Of course, Ambassador,” Max said quietly, as leader of the group.
Once the doors closed behind Ambassador Tonson and Secretary Orzi, Max turned around. “Alright. Michaelson, you take the far right wing. Vicks and I will stand by the door. Truing, you’ll take the far left wing,” he said in the clipped voice of a commander. The easy manner he had taken in the ship was gone. Max knew when to have fun and when to work. That was something Avia admired about him.
Following orders, Avia headed towards the left wing. The vast hallway darkened a bit as she went down deeper. It was quite empty towards this part of the wing.
It was probably overkill to cover such a wide area. But this was only the third time Earth had been invited to Vistra and protocol required them to take precaution.
So Avia stood guard in the far left wing.
And like most guard duties, it was boring.
Quite boring.
With Max far down the opposite end of the hall, she was pretty isolated. And she didn’t know how long it would take Ambassador Tonson. This should be the final meeting for the treaty but if she had learned anything while being around politicians, it was that politics was never that simple.
After what felt like a very uneventful hour, Avia’s spine snapped up. She heard a scuffling from around the corner. Standing at attention, she waited to see who would reveal themselves. She remembered her foreign protocol. In a palace, she was most likely to run into a member of alien government. As a representative of the Federation, she needed to be respectful and polite.
But as the steps got closer, Avia could hear the accompanying voices. They were deep and near guttural as they spoke. One voice made a low, murmured comment and the other voice gave a deep hearty laugh. Avia waited curiously as two large figures rounded the corner.
Avia couldn’t help but have her adrenaline spike up a little as she gaped at the giants.
These men were no government members. They were huge like the King’s secretary, well over seven feet. But unlike the secretary, they were incredibly muscular with biceps that were larger than her thighs. Their faces were framed with dark shaggy hair and their defined jawlines spoke of a raw strength that exuded from them as naturally as their own
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