“So…you’re telling me…because of your countries incompetence…because of your lack of ability to correct your own issues. You snatched me from my home, from my friends and my family, and expect me to willingly assist you with fixing your broken system. Did I miss anything? Please correct me if I'm wrong.”

The crowd of fancily dressed people before me look around uncomfortably and refuse to look me in the eyes.

“Our situation is a little more…demanding…than just any regular nation’s issues sir…”

A plump and well-rounded man to the right finally spoke up with a shaken voice.

“Well to me it just seems like you have an infestation that has gotten out of control, and rather than moving funds from your food budget, that by your size I can assume It's quite large and able to be reallocated elsewhere, you just sit back and decided to push the issue on someone else.”

“That is not…what are you insisting?!”

“That your people have your heads stuck so far up your own…”

I take a second to calm down.

“That you, the leaders and voices for this country are not incapable of realizing the issue, but you are incapable to step foot out of your pampered and spoiled lifestyle even for a minute moment to assist your own people and fund the corrective actions that are required to repair this nation and help It's people.”

Again silence fell in the hall as words full of insult fell upon the men who once saw themselves as untouchable.

“If you believe, that even for a moment, I will assist you. You who doesn’t really want change in the first place, shown by your actions. Then you are highly misguided. I am done here, and I refuse to assist with the repair of this nation. Good luck and may the gods give you their sympathy in the coming days.”

Without waiting for a response I turn around and walk out the hall. As the doors close I hear an uproar of voices from those who just a few seconds ago couldn’t even look m in the eyes. I heard some demanding my head, other demanding I be forced to do the work.

“Idiots.”

As the doors close and block out all noise from the hall, I walk in silence back to my quarters in the west end of the manor. Maids and butlers politely move aside as I walk near and lowered their heads, all afraid of getting abused as they normally do from the big wigs in that hall. I attempted to assure them I wouldn’t harm them when I was first brought here but they still don’t relax.

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Coming around the corner a young maid focused intently on not dropping her tray of drinks as she rounded the corner and headed my way down the hall. I'm just looking out the hall windows as I walk so I don’t see her either and the inevitable happens, drinks crash down me and the maid fall and are immediately surrounded by the maids and butlers around us helping me up and trying to clean the tea off of my shirt.

“We’re so sorry sir, she should have been paying attention. We’ll had be punished immediately.”

Confused for a second I stand up and look down at the young maid who’s almost in tears looking up at me, shaking because she believes that I'm just another one of the big wigs who’ll have her severely punished for her mistake. I sigh and reach a hand out towards the young maid who in turn jumps and covers her face bracing for a strike.

“Momma always said there aint no use crying over spilled milk.”

She’s still covering her face and the rest of the maids and butlers stop moving, fully expecting me to go berserk on the young girl.

“We’re both at fault here so no need to get all worked up, anyways she’s still learning so cu her some slack for me okay?”

Realizing she won’t move from the floor because of fear I reach down and stand her up myself. Straightening her outfit a bit so she is back to looking proper and won’t get yelled at by anyone.

“It's good to be focused on your tray but don’t forget to look up sometimes and watch where you’re going, I’ll do the same and try not to zone out while walking either.”

I give her a little smile and start to walk away. Once I turn the corner I just hear the young girl start crying and the other maids around her start comforting her.

“This may be a horrible place but at least the staff have each other backs.”

I enter my room just a few doors down and get out of the suit I was forced to wear, throwing the tea soaked clothes over the back of the sofa and put back on my sweats I was brought here in.

‘Knock’

“Sir, is it okay if I come in?”

I sigh as I hear the familiar voice of the man who brought me here.

“Come in I guess.”

I drop down onto a chair and rest my head back as he walks in and sits in a chair opposite me of me.

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“By your demeanor I guess it’s safe to assume the meeting did not go well.”

I don’t respond other than give a slight nod.

“What happened to your clothes? I gave you a set of the nicest clothes this city has…”

Again I say nothing and just point to the clothes draped over the sofa back,

“Who did this, was it the politicians…no they wouldn’t act like that in there, it was that foolish clumsy maid again wasn’t it, I’ll have her hand for soiling your clothes. Maid!”

“That’s enough Alfas, relax. I was also at fault for not paying attention.”

As he was about to say something, a gentile knock came from the door and an older maid came in.

“You called, Mr. Moorwrite.”

Before he could say anything I cut him off.

“He’s just a bit thirsty, can we get some tea for him and water for myself please.”

“Of course, Mr. Tising, we will bring it immediately.”

Without another work the maid turned around and left, softly closing the door behind her.

“Why do you cover for that klutz of a girl Mr. Tising, she soiled your clothes and is not fit to be a maid in this establishment.”

“Because, she just a little girl and she’s still learning. People make mistakes Alfas. Let it go.”

“Mr. Tis…..”

I hold up a hand and stop him for continuing.

“Let it go.  I have already corrected her actions when the event happened. Now if you don’t mind I would like to take a quick nap before the next set of meetings.”

“Of course, I’ll let you do what you need. If you need anything I’ll be in the study.”

As he walks to the door there is a soft knock and a small voice from the other side.

“Mr. Tas...Ti...Tising…I have your drinks.”

I nod my head and Alfas opened the door. On the other side was the same clumsy girl I ran into in the hall.

“Please come in, you can put them on the table. Alfas, I’ll talk to you after the next meeting.”

Giving the young maid a scowling glance as she limps past him, Alfas leaves the room with a slight slam of the door.

“Is there anything else you need sir?”

With a shaken voice the maid looks at her feet, refusing to look me in the eyes.

“No that’ll be all, thank you.”

Nodding her head the maid turns with a little difficulty and starts to limp towards the door.

“Wait, come back please.”

Coming to a halt she turns around and come back to the table area. I notice she leans to the right while standing still to keep weight off her left leg. I look her from head to toe to look for any visible injuries and see some swelling on her left ankle.  As I look her up and down she uses her arms to cover over certain areas and starts to shake slightly. I motion to the couch beside me.

“Please take a seat, do you like tea?”

“I…I’ve never had it before…”

Sitting down she tries to pull the short maid skirt lower in attempt to cover as much skin as possible but failed to get any leeway from the material. I stand up and walk over to the wardrobe against the wall and grab a bag hanging inside. After checking to make sure the contents are what I needed I make my way back to the maid and hand her the tea while moving the tray aside and sitting on the table in front of her.

“Please try some, it’s not my type of tea but a lot of people like it.”

Nervous and keeping one hand still tugging down on her outfits skirt and take a sip.

“Blehhh….its bitter.”

Laughing a little I pass her the water and put the tea on the table.

“Yeah that’s one reason I don’t like it. One day I’ll make my tea and then you can give it another try okay?”

I smile at her and try to ease her nerves.

“O...okay…”

“Now why don’t you prop your leg up on my lap for a second?”

I motion towards her injured ankle and pat me lap.

“Why…what are you going to do to me?”

Scared she pulls her legs closer to her.

“I'm not going to do anything bad, you’re hurt and I want to make sure it’s not too bad. I promise.”

Still on guard she slowly puts her leg up on my lap. Gently I remove the shoe and sock on that foot and look to try and see how far the swelling goes.

“Alright I'm going to move your foot, tell me when it hurts okay?”

“Okay…”

I move it to the left, to the right, up and down. Looking up at her, her eyes are filled with tears and she is death gripping the cup while keeping he mouth shut even though I can tell it hurt her.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I don’t want to be removed…”

“Removed?”

“Yeah, if a maid or butler gets injured they are useless and get replaced.”

“Well I'm not going to get you replaced, I'm trying to help you. Now when did it hurt?”

“…Right…”

“Okay, that’s better, now were getting somewhere. Can you wiggle your toes and tell me if there is any pain?”

Confused she moves them a little.

“No…pain.”

“Okay now I'm going to start at your knee and work my way down applying pressure. Let me know if there is any pain okay?”

I put both hands right under her knee on her calve and squeeze softly. I look up and she is beat read but shakes her head no so I continue down until right at her ankle where she lets out a little squeak.

“Alright so good news is it looks like it is just a slight twist so you’ll be good with applying some pressure and going easy on it.”

I reach in the bag and pull out a small roll of cloth and slowly begin to wrap her ankle snug.

“Why are you so nice to the maids and butlers here but rude to the politicians? Everyone here is talking about it.”

Softly she speaks about halfway through the wrapping. It shocked me a little because I didn’t expect her to open up or talk at all but I take a second to look up in her eyes. Dark blue but with a slight amber hidden in them.

“Because the way I was raised, respect is earned not given. Those big wigs in there have done nothing to earn any respect from what I have seen since arriving here, but you workers on the other hand have. I do not approve of the working of this nation and it politics so I refuse to just blind myself and follow along like a puppet.”

I finish up the wrap and tie it off. As I'm putting her sock and shoe back on she doesn’t say another word.

“Alright, stand up and let me know how it feels.”

She does so, even leans on it a little and gives me a small smile.

“I feel a lot better Mr. Tising. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome…what was your name again?”

“Mariam, Trissa Mariam.”

She gives a slight bow in a cute curtsey way.

“Well thank you Trissa, and you can just call me William or Will.”

“Understood Mr. William. Have a good day now.”

Before I could correct her to lose the Mr. She leaves the room.

Letting out a soft sigh I sit back in my original chair and close my eyes. It's hard to believe that only three weeks ago I was just a typical office worker who played way too many sim games and now, now I'm trying to fix a whole fantasy nation that’s come to real life.

After I rested my eyes for a bit there was another knock on the door and an older butler walked in.

“Mr. Tising, the council has reconceived and are requesting you return quickly.”

“Yeah yeah yeah, requesting. More like calling me like a dog and expecting me to listen and do their bidding.”

Leaning forward in my seat I look at the butler and get an idea.

“Excuse me…uhh your name slips my mind but do you have a piece of paper and something to write with? Before I go back I want them to have a little reading.”

“Of course sir, and my name is Head Butler Marvis Trau.”