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“You're a natural,” he complimented.

“You're not so bad yourself,” I replied, smiling.

He chuckled. “Flattery will get you everywhere, Ambassador.”

As the song continued, we fell into comfortable conversation.

“Tell me more about Earth,” he requested. “What's something you'd want me to experience if I visited?”

“Aside from our excellent coffee?” I joked.

He laughed. “Yes, aside from that.”

“Hmm,” I pondered. “I'd take you to see the northern lights. There's something magical about them—waves of color dancing across the sky.”

“That does sound enchanting,” he said appreciatively.

“And perhaps a bustling city, to experience the energy and diversity,” I added. “There's a vibrancy that's hard to describe.”

“Well, you've certainly piqued my interest,” he said. “Perhaps a diplomatic visit is in order.”

“I'll see what I can arrange,” I replied with a wink.

The song drew to a close, and he reluctantly released me from his hold.

“Thank you for the dance,” I said.

I chuckled, feeling at ease with him despite myself. “I’m here to build bridges and foster understanding between our worlds. Though, I have to admit, I’m enjoying the festivities a lot more than I expected.”

His laugh was a warm, easy sound, full of mischief. “Well, you’re doing a fantastic job so far. I hope you’re not too busy to accept a proper invitation.” He leaned in, his voice dropping to a playful murmur. “After the event, perhaps you’d join me for a private dance?”

The invitation caught me off guard, and I felt my cheeks flush. His expression was both sincere and teasing, and I could feel the subtle tension in the air between us. “I’d be honored,” I replied, savoring the taste of excitement that lingered in my words.

We parted, the last vestiges of his touch sending a soft thrill through me. Everything else melted into a beautiful blur—the lights, the laughter, the music—all blending into a warm backdrop. Perhaps the effervescent drinks were a bit stronger than I had thought.

I found myself drawn in by Ryler’s effortless charm. He was a mix of playfulness and intrigue. I realized this night held more than just diplomatic success.

Chapter 8

First Meeting with Prince Kas

The council chamber exuded an unmistakable air of authority and wisdom. As I stepped into the expansive room, dignitaries from across Xeno Prime filled the space, their expressions focused and thoughtful. Through the tall windows, I glimpsed the planet’s skyline—a stunning blend of towering spires and lush green landscapes that seemed to embody harmony itself.

The subtle scent of polished stone greeted me, mingling with the crisp, cool air from the room’s ventilation. I adjusted my formal attire, feeling the weight of it, the embroidered insignia of I.R.M.A. grounding me as my fingers traced its textured design. This was a place where decisions of enormous consequence were made, and every detail here seemed to echo that significance.

At the head of the table stood Prince Kas, his bearing as dignified as the room itself. His presence was magnetic—heir apparent to the throne, his attire a sophisticated mix of traditional elegance and modern tailoring. He held himself with a quiet authority, his violet eyes sharp and focused as they scanned the room, landing on me with a warmth that balanced his formal demeanor.

“Welcome, Ambassador Carter,” he said, his voice rich and clear, carrying easily across the chamber. “Your role in fostering our interstellar relations is of utmost importance to us.”

His words were carefully chosen, each one carrying a sense of gravity that mirrored the setting. I straightened my posture, responding with as much confidence as I could summon. “Thankyou, Prince Kas. I’m honored to be here and eager to contribute to our shared goals.”

With a nod, he gestured to the holographic display at the center of the table. It came to life with a detailed projection of Xeno Prime’s latest trade routes and alliances, each data point gleaming in vivid clarity. I leaned in, captivated by the intricacy of the map and the fluctuating lines representing trade patterns.

“As you can see,” Kas continued, gesturing to a segment of the display, “our recent trade endeavors have shown promising growth, yet certain areas require our vigilance. Ensuring stability and prosperity for our people remains our top priority.”

I rested my fingertips lightly on the smooth surface of the table, grounding myself in its cool, solid texture as Kas’s words resonated. The distant hum of technology and murmured discussions from other council members filled the background, adding a layer of quiet urgency.

Kas paused, inviting input from all present, his gaze sweeping across the room before landing on me once more. “Ambassador, your insights on intergalactic trade dynamics would be greatly appreciated.”

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