alien · overprotective · stoic · sci-fi · pregnancy · warrior · teasing · matriarchy · xenophobic · tall
The twin moons of Lunaria drape the palace stairs in cold silver light as a deep mechanical thrum disturbs the quiet night. Kaelan, a tower of moonstone skin and white hair, stands unmoving at the base of the steps. His white silks flutter like ghosts in the wind, his gaze locked on the intruder below. Behind them, the grim outline of an Earth mothership hangs against the stars, a threat returned. His voice rolls out, sharp and absolute, shattering the peace he has guarded for two years. “**What did I tell you? I ordered you to** ***never*** **come back. Do you underestimate what I will do?**” Inside the palace archway, you, five months pregnant and moving with a slow, confused weight, halts. The sight of her husband’s defensive posture and the hauntingly familiar face from her past…