It was her second attempt at afternoon tea, and Petrea no Cereus prayed this one would be more successful than her first. But had her first truly been a failure? For certain, she had received valuable advice from Second Odilia—as she kept reminding herself—and, yet, she had failed at gaining any modicum of friendship or trust with her Dahlia counterpart. Petrea had tried to be oblique in her questions, attempting to be respectful of the other’s privacy and not wanting to look like she was trying to be manipulative with her overtures, but it seemed as though she should have been more direct. It did make sense, though. After all, would the woman truly wish to keep her relationship with the Dauphin private if she had engaged in such a public display?
“Ow!” Petrea exclaimed, as Aimee once again snagged the brush in her hair. “Are you trying to tear my scalp?”
Aimee patted Petrea’s head. “If you weren’t fidgeting so much, the brush wouldn’t get tangled. Now sit still,” she scolded.
Petrea locked her hands in her lap and glared at her friend in the mirror. “I’m nervous. Again.”
Aimee gave her a soft look. “I know, but Philomena is known to have a more…gentle…open, perhaps? disposition than Odilia—”
“It’s Second Philomena! And Second Odilia!” Petrea interrupted harshly.
Aimee rolled her eyes in the mirror. “We’re in private, Second Petrea,” she said with more than a hint of sarcasm. “We can speak plainly. As we always have.”
She soothed a hand through Petrea’s long, blonde locks, gently untangling them before going back to the business of brushing them out. She took out her pins and spent the next hour carefully styling Petrea’s hair in an elegant updo for her afternoon engagement. They chatted about the business of the House as Aimee helped Petrea dress, with Aimee giving Petrea her usual rundown of the week’s goings on and necessary updates for service. Petrea told Aimee about assignations and patron appointments, Aimee replying with any insight she had from adepts. The two women had been collaborating for months now, working almost as one as their Dowayne continued to find herself desperately struggling to regain footing. As Cereus House goes, so goes the Night Court, and so Cereus House must rise to its feet once more. The damage done to its reputation by the late Dowayne was a hard situation to overcome—not insurmountable—and it was taking every ounce of Aliksandria’s depleted energy.
Aimee was pleased with her choice of a deep blue frock of silk and lace, trimmed in cream and accented by pearl earbobs and delicate silver necklace and bracelet for Petrea. She had pinned Petrea’s long hair in an understated twist at the back of her head and dabbed just a hint of rouge on her cheeks.
“There,” she said with a nod and a final onceover. “You look the part.”
Petrea straightened and rolled her shoulders back, the mask of her Cereus House training slipping over her face. “Well, then let us go to tea.”
~
Aimee was, once again, to serve tea and refreshments and Marielle to escort Petrea’s guest to the salon. Should Petrea decide to ask Aimee to join them, she would ring the bell, at which point Marielle would enter, and Aimee would be summoned. Cook had also made up a batch of petit fours. She had been unhappy not to hear praise from the Dahlia Second, but Petrea assured Cook that they had been as delicious as ever. Petrea hoped that the Heliotrope Second might spare a word for Cook, who worked so hard.
Petrea sat on the chaise in the same salon where she had hosted Second Odilia. She smiled to herself at the notion of the “parade of Seconds” and wondered what gossip might spread were she to actually begin inviting every Second from Mont Nuit to tea. Perhaps she could invite Santiago, simply to start tongues wagging. Petrea immediately dismissed the idea, knowing that there was plenty enough gossip about the goings on at Cereus House and her personal relationship with the Orchis Second, and the last thing she needed was more speculation of the crumbling of its reputation. It was her job to rebuild the name of the First and Foremost House with Aliks, and she would do nothing to thwart those efforts. The salon had been swept and dusted top to bottom, every cushion beaten within an inch of its life, the table gleamed with polish, and the fire in the hearth crackled merrily.
Petrea fiddled with the silver bracelet on her wrist and wondered how the afternoon would proceed. Her prior engagement had been both more and less successful than she had hoped, so Petrea made the decision to expect nothing of this meeting. She knew little of Philomena nó Heliotrope, save that she had been out of the City of Elua on personal business and that she had been harassed by the problematic nobleman Kyrian. Petrea could not help but wrinkle her nose at the thought of him. Word had it that he had been arrested—or perhaps banished from the City?—after some violent incident at Heliotrope House. The details were sparse, and Petrea had chosen not to press anyone for detail. While she needed to be knowledgeable about events and happenings, and she needed to be making alliances and friendships, she held steadfast to her belief that one should maintain their privacy. It was a razor’s edge to walk, but she was used to it.
A light knock came at the door, startling Petrea from her reverie. Marielle peeked her head in the door. “Your guest has arrived. Would you like me to show her in?”
Petrea rose gracefully and gave Marielle a practiced smile. “Please do so. Thank you.” With a last smoothing of her skirts, she raised her chin and prepared to greet Second Philomena.
~
Mena straightened her cloak against the cold and knocked on Cereus’s door. The invitation to have friendly tea with Petrea was too good to pass up, so she’d made sure to clear her schedule. It hadn’t proved too hard, given that she was still not taking Patrons, but it had still required a bit of juggling.
She was familiar with Petrea, the newly appointed Second, from past dealings with the House, but she was looking forward to getting to know her better. Mena was realizing how few friends outside of her House had, a fact she despised and was determined to change. This was a golden opportunity she was not going to let slip past her.
A young adept greeted Mena warmly at the door, took her cloak and handed it off to a butler, then led her to a small salon off the main hallway. “Pet…er, Second Petrea is looking forward to your company,” the girl said, giving Mena a genteel smile as she opened the door after giving a light knock. “Your guest has arrived,” she said to her Second, who waited inside. “May I show her in?” Petrea must have indicated for her to do so, as the adept turned to Mena and gestured her in. “I hope that you two have a lovely afternoon.” The young woman withdrew down the hallway.
~
Petrea gave her guest the practiced smile of a Night Court adept as the Second of Heliotrope entered the room. “Second Philomena, please come in.” She indicated the small sofa in front of a low wooden table. “I am so pleased that you accepted my invitation. Please, do make yourself comfortable.”
Mena raised her eyebrow at the highly formal greeting and settled herself on the indicated sofa. What an odd thing. “I am very glad to be invited. Please, no need to stand on ceremony, call me Mena. Not only are we equals, I’d like us to become friends. I have so few outside the House these days.” She smiled warmly at Petrea, who seemed to falter ever so slightly at her comment.
Petrea sat down opposite Mena, smoothing her dress in what could have been a nervous movement as she did. “I apologize. I am new to all of this, and I thought that it was customary to use formal titles when speaking with each other.”
“Goodness, no, not that I’ve ever heard. I do suppose there are some Houses and people that take these things very seriously, but the majority of us don’t hold that belief.” She gave a small shrug.
Petrea’s entire body seemed to lose some of its rigidity at that. “I must admit that I am pleased to hear that. I feared that I had been embarrassing myself in my casual speech these last few months.”
Mena was taken aback. What in Blessed Elua’s name had happened to this woman? “Embarrass yourself? What could you do to embarrass yourself? We’re all peers here in the Night Court, we all serve Namaah just the same. Besides Dowaynes, only the most insufferable would ask to be addressed by their title. I have never been asked to, and even if I had, I wouldn’t. We serve Namaah and Elua, not an adept’s ego.” She fanned herself with her hand and smiled. “Sorry, I get heated about certain things. I was raised to take over, and Olivier made sure I understood the traditions. Trust me, you’ve done nothing wrong, Petrea.”
Petrea’s smile was more genuine than her first. “I appreciate that. I have been working hard to learn my place as Second.” She laughed lightly. “I have to admit that it is exactly as difficult as I expected. Well, not that I expected this, but I hope you understand the sentiment.”
Mena nodded. “You never planned to become Second, I understand. Not to mention the way your late Dowayne tried to grind the House and its adepts beneath his heel,” she said gently. “I would imagine that this is not an easy situation for anyone here, let alone you and Aliks. But the word going around is that Cereus House is starting to turn a corner?”
Petrea tucked her hair behind her ear—again, perhaps an unconsciously nervous gesture—and dipped her chin. “We can only hope.” She pinned Mena with a hard look. “Geraut poisoned our House. That is no secret. The Night Court and the entire City of Elua knew of his terrible behavior.” Her eyes flashed. “It will not be an easy climb out of the ditch he dug.”
If Mena was surprised by the vehemence in Petrea’s words, she did not show it. She had heard all about Gerault’s temper, his poor treatment of his adepts, his terrible management of the House’s finances and gambling losses at Bryony House. Word had slipped out to her that Petrea had often been the target of his temper. Perhaps it was some rebellion on her part that sent her to Orchis House? Or perhaps it was just a need to escape? Instead of asking, Mena simply said, “It is a climb you can do, I am sure of it. I and all of Heliotrope will be ready and willing to lend a hand as you might need.”
Petrea nodded at the offer. “Shall I ring for tea?” She asked.
At Mena’s nod, she picked up a small, silver bell and rang it. Moments later, Marielle and another young woman entered, carrying a glimmering silver tea set and tray of desserts, and delicate, gilded cups and saucers painted daintily with the cereus flower.
Mena gave a long, appraising look over the refreshments. She could tell that someone had put much care into the preparation of the desserts. “These are absolutely beautiful,” she said. “Please give my compliments to your cook.”
Petrea’s face brightened. “Oh thank you, we will! The petit fours are Cook’s specialty, and she prides herself on them. She will be so pleased to hear your compliment. You will have to let me know what you think of the flavors. She does so love to hear guests’ opinions.” Petrea’s eyes twinkled. “She claims that she likes to know if someone doesn’t like something, but I think she only wants the compliments.”
Mena laughed. She knew how much expressions of appreciation meant to those who worked behind the scenes and would be sure to leave Petrea with some kind words to pass along to the cook.
Petrea thanked the two younger adepts, assuring them she would ring if needed, and they withdrew, leaving the Seconds to themselves.
Mena accepted the tea that Petrea poured her and took one of the delicate cakes. “Oh my!” She exclaimed. “These are delicious! Please, do give my compliments to your cook. I can see why she would consider these her specialty.” Petrea smiled warmly at the compliment.
Mena was quiet for a moment, savoring the flavor of the food and the tea. After a minute, she said, “I am not sure if it is widely known, but Heliotrope has notes on most everyone that we interact with. I admit though, I know almost nothing of you. Tell me, how did you come to be Cereus’s Second?”
Petrea took possibly longer than was necessary preparing her own drink and selecting a cake. After stirring her tea, she finally said, “Well, it was Aliks’s decision. She and I have been best friends since we both came to Cereus House as children and have a close bond. She was chosen by Gerault and his Dowayne to be the successor. She served for many years as the Second, learning of the leadership role. I do not know if she and Gerault ever spoke of her successor. But I do know that he would never have chosen me.” She gave Mena a wry smile. “I think he would have sooner chosen an alley cat.” Clearing her throat, she continued. “I do know that no one was being groomed to succeed Aliks, but that could simply have been another failure on Gerault’s part. I will not blame my friend for that.” She took a bite of her dessert, chewing carefully before resuming her story. “After his death, as the entire City is well aware, our House was a mess. We did not expect him to be taken by the plague, but perhaps we should have. If nothing else, I do not believe that Aliks knew just how bad things were under his leadership.” She waved a hand and shook her head. “But I’ll not speak of her knowledge and expectations. I know that she needed a Second. She chose me—quite to my surprise—and asked me to ensure that I could be responsible enough to take on the role.” Again, Petrea paused. Mena thought it seemed as though she was considering her next words. “I believe I might have been a difficult choice for her. But she knows that she can trust me. I am working diligently to keep that trust.”
Mena listened carefully, listening and putting things together with what she knew already. “Before I say anything else, let me say this; you’re too lenient on Aliks. If she was trained for the role, then there is no excuse for her not to know how things are being handled within the House. I have been learning the job since I was in diapers, I can attest to what’s normal for a Second to know. Something as egregious as the man’s spending of House money, let alone his victimization of you and other adepts is something she should have known about. If we knew, and Gerault despised Olivier with every fiber of his being, let alone that we heard that it was to pry you away from Aliks, there is no reason for someone within the House to be ignorant.”
She had a sip of her tea, before she went on, “Why would you be a difficult choice? You have the drive to learn and excel at something, that is most of what makes good Seconds.”
“Aliks has a…close relationship…with another adept,” Petrea hedged. “She is much younger than us but potentially more responsible? More knowledgeable? More experienced with the House? Gerault did not like me. I was often the target of his temper—I don’t think that is any great secret. This led the other adepts not to trust me, to avoid me. They didn’t want to draw his ire by associating with me. This…other person…is far more trusted by the other adepts than I am. She knows everything that goes on in the House. Others go to her for help. I am Cereus trained; I know how to entertain patrons and how to charm guests at galas. I do not, however, know how to lead a House. I do not know the inner workings of the House.” Petrea bit her lip and looked away. “I do not know if I was Aliks’s first choice or simply her final one. Truth be told, I do not know why she chose me.”
Mena felt her eyes narrow. “Picking a lover to be your Second is a terrible idea. A Second often acts as the hand that manages things that a Dowayne can’t do officially, asking a lover to do them would end in disaster. Personally, I would think that you were perfect for it because he singled you out for mistreatment. He didn’t know his ass from a hole in the ground, why is anyone worried what he thought?”
She reached over and touched Petrea’s hand, “It is expected that you would have a harder time breaking free of him, even after he’s dead and gone. You’ll get there, though. As for why she chose you? In the end, it doesn’t even matter. She did, you agreed, and you want to do your best for your family. If there is anything I can do to help you, please let me know. I have been training one of my adepts to help me with tasks, a shadow Second if you will, I am more than willing to help you as well.”
Tears pricked Petrea’s eyes as Mena’s kind words. She had never received such sympathy from anyone. No one had come to her defense when Gerault berated her in front of the other adepts, and he had been careful to keep his ill treatment of her away from Aliks’s eyes, knowing as he did of their close relationship. Aimee had been a blessing from Elua in the days since Geraut’s death, and truly, Petrea could not have asked for a better compatriot as she waded the deep waters of her promotion.
“Mena,” she said quietly, but firmly. “I find gossip distasteful, and I do not wish to engage in it. Idle rumors have hurt me personally in the past, and I have seen them used as a weapon against others, as well. I do know, however, that, as Second, information is a valuable resource when it comes to making alliances and…placing myself correctly. I feel that I trust you, so I must ask that what we say here not leave the walls of this room.” Her gaze was almost beseeching.
Mena nodded, “I do not betray confidences unless there is danger. You have my word.” While she herself had a firm line between ‘gossip’ and ‘information’, she understood Petrea’s position: between her lived experiences and the fact that not all members of the Night Court practiced discretion, it was understandable.
Petrea continued, “Ailks’s lover, Aimee—as you so clearly deduced—has become my right hand. I was surprised that Aliks did not name her Second, and I truly believe that Aimee would have made a good Second. Her knowledge complements my own and, together, we seem to be—” Petrea chuckled “—an excellent Second. When Aliks’s decision was made, I initially thought that Aimee was angry with me, that she resented me, that she did not respect me or think that I was a good choice. We had a long conversation, and I learned that it was not me, but Aliks with whom she was angry. Their relationship has failed somewhat since Aliks’s promotion, and that is painful for Aimee, who I fear feels neglected and uncared for. I don’t believe this was intentional on Aliks’s part. Aimee speaks little on the subject, and I do not wish to pry into a hurtful subject. I think that Aliks has been completely overwhelmed in cleaning up our House and has not had a moment to think about herself or her personal dealings. She has barely had a moment to speak to me. I do not know why she was in the dark about Gerault’s dealings, but it would seem that he purposely kept his Second in the dark about many things.”
Mena’s heart went out to poor Aimee. One should turn to their lover in times of strife or difficulty for comfort, not ignore them! And to not take time for one’s Second? A best friend? Truly tragic. “I am so sorry to hear of this strife between them, and between you and Aliks,” Mena said softly. “One should not turn inward in times of struggle. I am glad, though, that you and Aimee have found each other in this difficult time. The gem merchant that comes to see us says that all of their beautiful wares come from rocks, underground. Beautiful things often come from dark places.”
“The House does not know that Aimee and I are working together—and, please, we do not want this to get out—simply that we have become close friends, and we have. It has been difficult for us, but she has become one of my dearest friends. It is said that bumpy roads lead to beautiful places, and our friendship is a beautiful place. But our shared leadership? Of that, we have told no one.” Petrea’s tone stressed this hard. “There are whispers of a fracture between Aimee and Aliks, but Aimee and I quash these at every time, brushing them off as Aliks being very busy. As Cereus House goes, so goes the Night Court. And I—well, I with Aimee—am the Second of Cereus House. There are things I do not know and that Aimee cannot help me with.” Petrea sighed and put down her teacup. “I need advice from experienced Seconds. Can you help me?”
Mena knew that the Second of Dahlia House had been to visit Cereus, and she had wondered at the reason for such an odd happening. Servants had been speculating that Odilia had visited Cereus to not only introduce herself to Petrea, but also to speak informally about the relationship with the Crown Prince everyone had now heard of since the Dahlia party, but no one knew for sure. Surely, this was the reason: Petrea had asked Odilia for advice. Mena wondered for a moment what advice Odilia had offered, then realized that Petrea’s overly formal behavior and shame had to have their roots in that meeting. That made sense, Dahlias were already known for their rigidity, calculating nature, and delicate egos, but there was talk that Odilia was beyond the norm. No wonder Petrea behaved like a scolded child. That had Dahlia written all over it.
She laughed lightly, not wanting to betray her thoughts,”Would it surprise you to learn that Heliotrope often has more than one Second? The job is daunting and incredibly complex, the idea that one person can do it all is usually a naïve one. Vouloir, the young woman I mentioned earlier, already does some of the work that traditionally falls to the Second. We have a third, silent helper who keeps our notes organized. You are always welcome in our Home, any of us would be happy to help. My first piece of advice is to remember that you are helping raise your House from a dark pit, every positive thing you accomplish is one step closer to the light and nothing you do could be worse than what your late Dowayne did.” She smiled kindly. “Also, you can not pour tea from an empty kettle, you have to take time for yourself or you will burn away. Like today, I think we should leave the heavy talk here for now, and work on boosting your spirits, what do you think?”
Petrea smiled back, “I think that would be wonderful.”
The afternoon wore on as the two women spoke on lighter topics. The desserts disappeared, and the tea grew cold in its pot, but yet Petrea did not ring for more. At one point, Marielle peeked her head in and gave Petrea a questioning look, but Petrea simply waved her hand in dismissal and turned back to Mena to continue their conversation.
Finally, one of the long tapers sputtered in its candlestick. Both women looked up at it in surprise. “Oh! My goodness!” Mena exclaimed. “How long are your candles?”
Petrea’s shock matched her own. “I…I believe they burn several hours! I cannot honestly say, though, as I have never sat long enough for the formal candles to burn through! I did not realize how long we had been talking.”
Mena smiled brightly. “I find that I lose all track of time when I am enjoying myself. And I love talking to people who are as charming and lovely as you.”
Petrea’s posture was relaxed,and she gave Mena a deep smile. “This has truly been a wonderful afternoon, and your company has truly taken me out of all the goings on in my life. I have needed this more than I realized. Thank you, Mena. I did not mean to monopolize your entire afternoon, but I cannot say that I regret it!” She chuckled.
Mena laughed aloud. “Nor can I. I would very much like for us to spend more time together. Next time, you’ll come to Heliotrope, and I can show off our cook’s baking skills!”
The two women rose. “I would love nothing more,” Petrea responded. She clasped Mena’s hands as they made their way to the door. “I do not have many friends, as you might have guessed. I do so hope that I can count you as one?”
Mena turned and hugged Petrea tightly. Mena held her until she could feel some of the strain leave her body and then a few breaths more. When she let go, she kept her hands on Petrea’s arms and said, “Of course! In our positions, friends are a huge part of what keeps us going. Leadership can be lonely, and we must have trusted friends we can rely on. Olivier also claims that a close lover or two goes a long way, but I can’t speak on that.” She laughed a little and gave Petrea’s arms a squeeze before letting her go completely.
Smiling, Petrea took Mena’s arm and led Mena out of the salon. Marielle rushed over and stopped short, seeing them in the hallway. “Second Petrea! I apologize! I did not hear the bell! May I show your guest to the door?”
Petrea shook her head and gave the girl a smile. “No need to apologize, Marielle. I did not ring. And I will show my friend to the door. I will find you later.”
Marielle bobbed her head and withdrew down a hallway.
Mena gave Petrea a sly smile. “She’s your little spy, isn’t she?”
Petrea ducked her head, a blush spreading over her cheeks. “I said that I do not gossip. And I do very much believe in the importance of keeping one’s privacy” She cleared her throat. “But I also know that whispers are useful…sometimes. One never knows what they might overhear and speak about in the marketplace about, say, unruly patrons.” She patted Mena’s arm, her face sympathetic but her voice firm. “When word travels, sometimes things get done.”
Mena nodded with a smile, “You should come look at our notes one day. You can tell me about that unruly patron, and I’ll tell you what happened when he came to me. Be warned, it is not a tea tale, it requires something much stronger. I’ll be off, do come round when you are free. Once my cook hears of this food, it’ll be war.”