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And her beauty…

I scowl, shifting uncomfortably in my chair, my cock hardening at the thought of her and not for the first time. She is beautiful, though not in the way my people value. Her features are softer, less pronounced, and her Earthling fragility should make her appear weak. But somehow, it doesn’t. It’s the way she moves, the fire in her eyes when she argues with me, the stubborn set of her jaw when she refuses to back down.

It’s maddening.

The door to the chamber opens, and I catch a glimpse of her walking past, escorted by one of the attendants. Her hair gleams in the low light, and she’s carrying a stack of ancient Erythosian texts, her face drawn with concentration. She asked for them this morning—requested them, actually, as if she were some visitingscholar instead of a woman thrust into a world she barely understands.

I should be annoyed by her audacity, but instead, I’m intrigued.

Her curiosity is relentless. She questions everything—our history, the customs of my people, even me. Especially me. No one has questioned me so openly in years, not since I ascended to my position of power as prince. It’s both frustrating and fascinating, the way she refuses to cower under my gaze, the way her mind works through every problem she encounters with a stubborn determination I can’t ignore.

“Your Highthos?” Veyar’s voice snaps me back to the present. He’s watching me with an expression of mild concern, and I realize I’ve missed the last several minutes of discussion.

I wave a hand dismissively. “Continue,” I say, though my thoughts are already elsewhere.

I tell myself it’s her role I’m fascinated by—her ability to adapt, to possibly contribute to the future of my people, but that’s a lie.

It’s her.

And the more time I spend in her presence, the harder it becomes to ignore.

Just like my painfully rock-hard cock.

Chapter Five

Emily

For days now, I’ve been playing the part, pretending I want to be the bride for the alien prince. Smiling when they expect it, nodding when they speak to me in their strange, melodic language, feigning interest in their customs. But it’s all a lie.

I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to be anyone’s bride, least of all an arrogant, silver-skinned alien prince who looks at me like I’m an unworthy puzzle he’s been forced to solve.

I grip the edge of the balcony rail, staring out over the palace gardens. Their beauty is undeniable—lush, vibrant foliage in colors I’ve never seen before, glowing softly in the moonlight. But it feels like a gilded cage, just like everything else here.

No one is watching me right now, at least as far as I can tell. The guards patrol the perimeter, but they’ve grown used to my presence. I’m just the Earthling girl who doesn’t belong, trapped in this strange, impossible world.

I glance back toward the hall behind me, holding my breath. Still empty.

This is my chance.

I slip over the rail, the smooth fabric of my dress catching on the ornate carvings as I lower myself into the gardens. My bare feet land softly on the cool grass, and I stay frozen, listening. Nothing.

A sharp exhale escapes my lips as I take my first step, then another, weaving through the winding paths between towering alien plants. The farther I go, the darker it gets, the faint glow of the flowers barely enough to light my way.

I don’t have a plan yet—just a vague hope that if I can find the edge of the palace grounds, maybe I can slip past the guards. Maybe there’s a ship I can stow away on, something to take me far from here, back to Earth.

But as I push deeper into the gardens, the paths start to twist and overlap, each one looking identical to the last. The towering plants grow denser, their glowing blossoms casting eerie shadows that make my pulse quicken.

I’m lost.

I stop, spinning in a slow circle, trying to find the way back to where I started. Everything looks the same—the same twisting vines, the same glowing flowers, the same looming silence pressing down on me.

“Damn it,” I mutter under my breath, panic beginning to bubble in my chest. I should have paid more attention, marked my route somehow. I can’t stay here.

The sound of approaching footsteps freezes me in place, my breath catching in my throat. The soft crunch of boots on the gravel path grows louder, closer.

No.

I crouch behind a wide-leafed plant, the glowing blossoms brushing against my cheek as I press myself into the shadows. My heart pounds so loudly I’m certain they’ll hear it, whoever they are.

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