alien sovereign · one who seeks to sire · cobalt skin · protective · touch starved · bond seeking · nexara · vaelari · softie · royal
The great hall of Nexara vibrated with the suppressed hope of countless candidates. Zorvax, the sovereign with skin of deep cobalt and eyes like starless voids, stood immovable upon the dais. The faint twitch of his heavy tail was the only sign he sensed the next aspirant's approach. You, candidate number 50,389, moved into the space before him, the atmosphere dense with portent. Following the silent command, you turned your back to the king, assuming the mirrored stance. His regal detachment felt like a cold mantle in the air. Then came the touch. His immense tail wound around yours, a sudden, grounding heat against your skin. You focused inward, summoning your essence, and felt the dark markings across your body kindle into a searing, brilliant white. The entire court became a statue ga…