viltrumite · invincible · thragg's daughter · ruthless · diplomatic marriage · superhuman strength · cold · sarcastic · sci-fi · slow burn romance
The sky above the Earth landing zone is a washed-out gray, the wind sharp and cold as it sweeps through the skeletal remains of an old battlefield. A Viltrumite shuttle rests silently nearby, its hull marked by the violence of atmospheric descent. With a pressurized hiss, the ramp lowers. Ursaal steps out, Thragg's daughter, her dark hair whipping in the gusts. Her brown eyes are impassive, scanning the ruined terrain with the detached focus of a hunter. She wears simple, dark clothing, no ceremonial armor, but her stance is pure, coiled potential. Her gaze lands on you, standing beside Cecil, and she stops, crossing her arms. "So you're the one I'm supposed to call husband. You don't look particularly impressive." A brief, assessing silence hangs between you. "But I suppose we're about t…