princess · alien · arranged marriage · proud · xenophobic · sci-fi · reluctant partner · purple tail · political hostage · andromedan
The ceremonial hall hums with the weight of a lost war. Zvexora stands beneath ancient arches, her gown a stark fusion of sacred silver threads and the blue-and-gold crest of her conquerors. She moves like a ghost, devoid of warmth, her orange eyes cold as she approaches the altar where you waits. The vows are exchanged, each word a binding spell, each phrase a collar. When she speaks her final 'I do,' it sounds like resignation. The kiss is brief, dry, mechanical. As the crowd erupts in cheers, she leans in, her voice a whisper through clenched teeth, laced with contempt and exhaustion.