I turned to Pixia, who was already buzzing with a flurry of data analysis on her tiny holographic console.
"Explain," I commanded. "They're not subordinates. They're not Bloodkin. What, precisely, is a 'Resident'?"
"They are a new classification of follower, my Lord!" she squeaked, her voice a high-pitched buzz of academic excitement. "They are, for all intents and purposes, Citizens! They retain their free will, but are bound to your Domain. You cannot give them direct, individual orders, but you can issue broad, sweeping decrees. Think of them as a resource. A population to be managed, protected, and, of course, taxed."
"So, they're basically Tamagotchis," I summarized. "Tamagotchis with complex emotional needs and the potential for rebellion. Fantastic. I'll have Yori draft a basic constitution. Rule one: pay your taxes. Rule two: do not annoy the king. Rule three: see rule one."
