Page 31 of The Alien's Runaway Bride

As they approached the hidden transport station, Vexor felt a wave of gratitude for his friend’s unwavering support. “Thanks, Garek.”

Garek grinned, clapping Vexor on the back. “Probably trip over your own royal robes and fall flat on your face. Now come on, Your Lovestruck Highness. We’ve got a planet to get back to and a wedding to plan... maybe.”

The car pulled into a hidden transport station where a Tharvisian spacecraft waited to take them home. As they boarded, Vexor’s mind remained firmly anchored on Earth with Raelee.

The journey back to Tharvis passed in a blur, the advanced technology making the interstellar trip feel like mere moments. As they descended through Tharvis’s atmosphere, the familiar landscape of his home planet came into view. The sight that had always filled Vexor with a sense of duty and purpose now only served to deepen the ache of Raelee’s absence.

The royal palace loomed before them, its crystalline spires reaching toward the sky like the world’s most extravagant palace. As they touched down, Vexor steeled himself for the inevitable barrage of questions from his brothers.

Sure enough, as he stepped off the spacecraft, he was greeted by the eager faces of Dravek, Roqron, and Azlun.

“Brother!” Dravek called out, his imposing figure striding forward like a sentient mountain. “You’ll have to tell us more about the Arison sisters.”

Vexor forced a smile, leading them to a private chamber where they could speak freely. As the door sealed behind them with a dramatic whoosh, he turned to face his brothers’ expectant gazes.

“I can only speak about Raelee. If the rest are like her, then they’re all unique,” Vexor began, choosing his words as carefully as a Tharvisian crystal carver. “Strong, independent, full of surprises. If the other Arison sisters are anything like Raelee, your marriages will be far from boring. In fact, you might want to start training now. I suggest cardio.”

Azlun, the second oldest, let out a dramatic groan that could rival any Terran soap opera star. “Must we go through with this? The idea of being tied down, of losing our freedom—it’s like being stuck in a Tharvisian tarpit, but with more paperwork!”

“It’s our duty, Azlun,” Dravek cut in, his tone leaving no room for argument. “The alliance with Earth is crucial for Tharvis’s future. Besides, think of all the new Terran swear words you’ll learn. I hear they’re quite creative.”

Vexor’s mind drifted as his brothers continued to debate. He thought of Raelee’s fierce spirit, her determination to forge her own path. How could he reconcile the woman he’d come to know with the political arrangement that had brought them together? It was like trying to fit a square peg into a round hole, if the peg was made of fireworks and the hole was filled with butterflies.

“Vexor?” Roqron’s voice snapped him back to the present. “You seem... different. Did something happen on Earth? Did you eat too much of their ‘fast food’? I hear it has strange effects on the mind.”

Vexor met his brother’s perceptive gaze, knowing he couldn’t hide the truth from them. “I spent time with Raelee without revealing my true identity. We... connected.”

A heavy silence fell over the room as the implications of his words sank in.

“And now?” Dravek asked, his voice uncharacteristically gentle. “Do you think she’ll come to Tharvis? Or will we have to explain to the humans that our future king got his heart stolen?”

Vexor’s shoulders sagged under the weight of his choices. “I don’t know. I hope she chooses to come, to give our arrangement a chance. But I fear my deception may have cost me any chance at a real relationship with her. If she does come, I don’t know how she’ll handle my keeping my identity a secret from her.”

Azlun stepped forward, placing a hand on Vexor’s shoulder. “If she’s as remarkable as you say, brother, she’ll understand. And if she doesn’t... well, there are plenty of stars in the galaxy. Though, judging by that lovesick look on your face, I’d say you’ve found your supernova.”

Vexor appreciated the attempt at comfort, but the idea of any other woman taking Raelee’s place felt wrong. He’d never believed in the concept of soul mates, but after his time with Raelee, he wasn’t so sure anymore.

“You really care for her,” Roqron said, his usual analytical tone softened by concern.

Vexor nodded, unable to find the words to express the depth of his feelings.

“Well, brother,” Dravek said, clapping him on the back with enough force to stagger a lesser man, “I never thought I’d see the day when the mighty Vexor was brought low by a human female. It’s... refreshing. You seem more alive, somehow.”

“He’s right,” Azlun chimed in. “You’re usually about as expressive as a stone statue. This Raelee must be quite something to crack that royal facade of yours.”

As the day wore on, Vexor threw himself into the wedding preparations, focusing on the political implications rather than his personal feelings. He discussed security measures with Dravek, technological requirements with Roqron, and cultural considerations with Azlun. Each task was a welcome distraction from the gnawing uncertainty in his gut, which felt like it was hosting its own gravitational field.

As night fell, Vexor found himself in the palace’s observation chamber, staring out at the vast expanse of stars. Somewhere out there was Earth and Raelee. Would she come? Could she forgive his deception? The questions swirled in his mind, unanswerable and relentless like a particularly annoying swarm of Tharvisian glow-beetles.

A soft chime interrupted his thoughts, signaling an incoming transmission. Vexor’s heart leaped, hoping against hope that it might be news of Raelee. Instead, Garek’s grave face appeared on the screen.

“Your Highness, we’ve received intelligence about the rebel faction. They’re planning something, and it involves the Earth delegation.”

Vexor’s body tensed, his mind immediately shifting into strategic mode. “What do we know?” he demanded, his voice sharp.

“Not much,” Garek admitted. “But it seems they’re determined to stop the wedding at any cost. They see the alliance with Earth as a threat to Tharvisian purity or some such nonsense.”

Anger flared in Vexor’s chest, hot as a Tharvisian sun. “They dare threaten our guests? Our future?” His fist clenched at his side. “We’ll stop them, Garek. Whatever it takes.”

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