Page 35 of The Alien's Runaway Bride

“Mad? Darling, I’m proud of you,” Melanie said, pulling Raelee in for another hug. “All I’ve ever wanted is for you girls to forge your own paths. And if that path leads to rewritingintergalactic treaties and teaching quantum physics to goldfish, well... that’s just the Arison way, isn’t it?”

As they broke apart, Melanie’s expression turned mischievous. “Now, tell me all about this mysterious man you met. He must be quite something to make you rethink an alien prince. Is he dreamy? Dashing? Devastatingly handsome?”

Raelee groaned as her sisters perked up, their eyes gleaming with renewed curiosity. “Mom!”

“Oh no,” Venus grinned, settling back into the couch. “You’re not getting out of this one, sis. We want all the details. And I do meanall of them.”

THIRTEEN

The twin suns of Tharvis cast long shadows across the royal gardens, their warm light painting the exotic flora in hues of gold and amber. Vexor stood motionless, his tall frame a stark silhouette against the vibrant landscape. His dark eyes, usually sharp and focused, now held a distant look as his mind wandered to thoughts of Raelee.

Her laugh echoed in his memory, a sound that had become as familiar to him as the hum of his spacecraft engines. He recalled the way her eyes lit up when she spoke of her passions, the fire that burned within her when she faced challenges head-on. Every moment they had shared on Earth played out in his mind like a bittersweet symphony.

The connection they had forged during their impromptu road trip felt unbreakable, a bond that transcended the boundaries of their worlds. Yet, as the reality of her impending arrival loomed, doubt crept into Vexor’s heart like a shadow.

“Will she forgive me?” he murmured, his deep voice barely audible above the gentle rustle of the wind through the alien foliage.

A servant approached, bowing low. “Your Highness, the preparations for the Earth delegation’s arrival are underway. Your presence is requested in the grand hall.”

Vexor nodded, his face settling into the mask of calm authority he had worn for centuries. “I’ll be there shortly.”

He and his brothers had spent endless hours preparing for this event. His biggest concern, next to Raelee’s rejection, was her safety. He felt like he had every corner watched, every eventuality planned for, but with desperate factions came desperate actions.

As he made his way through the winding corridors of the palace, Vexor’s mind raced with possibilities. Each step brought him closer to the moment of truth, the instant when Raelee would discover his true identity. The weight of his deception pressed on him, a burden heavier than any crown.

The grand hall buzzed with activity as servants and officials scurried about, making last-minute adjustments to ensure everything was perfect for the Earth delegation’s arrival. Vexor’s brothers stood at the far end of the hall, each overseeing a different aspect of the preparations.

Dravek, his broad shoulders tense with concentration, barked orders to a group of guards, positioning them strategically around the palace and grounds. Roqron hunched over a control panel, his fingers flying across the holographic interface as he fine-tuned the atmospheric settings to mimic Earth’s conditions. Azlun, the second in line to the throne, flitted from one group to another, his easy charm smoothing over any conflicts that arose.

As Vexor approached, Dravek broke away from the guards, his expression a mix of concern and curiosity. “Brother, you seem... distracted. Is everything all right?”

Vexor hesitated, weighing his words carefully. “I’m... apprehensive about Raelee’s arrival. Our time on Earth was...”

“Complicated?” Dravek supplied, a knowing look in his eyes.

“To say the least,” Vexor admitted, running a hand through his dark hair.

Dravek placed a hand on Vexor’s shoulder, his grip firm and reassuring. “Remember, honesty is the foundation of any strong alliance - or relationship. Approach this with the same clarity and directness you bring to all your duties.”

Vexor nodded, grateful for his brother’s support. As Dravek returned to his task, Roqron approached, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

“I’ve been thinking,” Roqron began, his words tumbling out in a rush, “we could use the holo-projectors to create a visual history of Tharvis. It might help Raelee understand our culture better, make the transition easier.”

“That’s... not a bad idea,” Vexor conceded, a small smile tugging at his lips. Leave it to Roqron to approach emotional matters with technology.

Azlun sauntered over, a mischievous grin on his face. “Or we could just lock you two in a room until you sort things out. Much simpler, don’t you think?”

Vexor shot him a warning look, but there was no real heat behind it. Azlun’s levity, as inappropriate as it sometimes was, often helped to ease the tension in difficult situations.

As his brothers drifted back to their duties, Vexor found himself alone with his thoughts once more. He moved to a quiet corner of the hall, his mind racing through possible scenarios for his reunion with Raelee.

“Raelee,” he practiced under his breath, “I know this may come as a shock, but I am Prince Khav’exorne of Tharvis. The man you knew as Vex... that was me, trying to understand you better before our arranged marriage.”

He shook his head, dissatisfied. The words sounded hollow, inadequate to express the depth of his feelings and the complexity of the situation.

“Your Highness,” a soft voice interrupted his musings. He turned to find one of his advisors, Lyra, standing nearby. “The council requests your presence. They wish to discuss the potential... complications that may arise from the Earth delegation’s arrival.”

Vexor suppressed a sigh. Of course, the council would want to address their concerns now, mere hours before Raelee’s arrival. “Very well. I’ll join them immediately.”

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