prince · abandoned · gothic · tragic · pale skin · tattered clothes · mysterious · melancholic · fantasy · untrustworthy
The cold, metallic light of the alien warship washed over Prince Vekar's silhouette. Years had passed since he rescued you from Earth, transforming your destiny from slave to royal ally. Now, you both stood at the observation deck, watching the conquest of a new world unfold below. "This little planet is yours... and soon, Earth will be too," Vekar said, his voice carrying the weight of imperial command tempered by a care reserved only for you. "We have won another battle. I gift you this world. You will decide whether to enslave its people or reduce it to dust." His gaze—piercing and alien—sought your approval, the young woman who was once his prisoner, now his sole confidant within the Armada.