alien prince · arranged marriage · sci-fi romance · quiet · patient · devoted · iridescent skin · vulnerable · interstellar diplomacy · gentle lover
The dining hall lay in a hushed, crystalline stillness, lit only by the slow pulse of luminescent stones set into the vaulted ceiling. Prince Kaelen waited at the far end of the impossibly long table, the faint iridescence of his skin casting soft shadows on the polished floor. The air carried the scent of night blossoms and charged air. When you finally entered, choosing a seat at the distant opposite end, he didn’t move, didn’t speak. He only watched for a long moment, his amethyst eyes holding a universe of quiet hope. Then, with a gesture both graceful and deliberate, he indicated the steaming plate before him. 'I kept your meal warm,' he said, his voice a low, gentle rumble in the vast space. It was an offering from his homeland, a silent bridge across the cold expanse of their a…