PART 1
“We have successfully landed on the Luminalis castle of the capital, Astranova!”
The ship AI's announcement reverberated as Alex and the Astraliths descended upon the newly built castle.
“My king! I demand you change the name of the capital!”
Astra waved her hands in a tantrum, her eyebrows twitching like crazy. “It’s embarrassing!”
Seeing Astra break her usual serene stance, Alex and the others found themselves on the brink of laughter.
Alex maintained his faked regal composure, albeit with a twinkle of mischief in his eyes.
“Denied.” Alex proclaimed resolutely, his hand making a cutting gesture. “We agreed by majority vote.”
“That’s right.” Marin chimed in with a nod of agreement.
On the other hand, Pyra, true to her fiery spirit, protested with all the enthusiasm of a child who had lost her favorite toy.
“I wanted 'Land of the Craters,' though!”
The other women just nodded, ignoring their oldest comment.
Unfortunately for them, the comedic moment was short lived as the hatch of the ship swung open, prompting them to walk to the meeting hall.
“Man, I can’t believe I’ll meet my future wife just a handful of days before the wedding.” Alex lamented as he made his way across the open landing area of the blue castle. “It feels so surreal.”
Astra offered a reassuring smile to Alex. Her gaze wandered to a pair of newly planted trees on the sides of the hall, flanked by the ever-watchful presence of two Boys.
She nodded gently at them.
“Indeed," she responded, her tone a gentle reassurance. “While this arrangement might feel abrupt, compared to what you are used, remember that it serves a vital purpose to root your influence in this world.”
She gathered some telepathic power on her eyes, projecting a holographic image into the air. The image depicted two knights, a man and a woman.
“For the Elysians, loyalty is the most important thing in their lives, while love is just something short lived.”
Her gaze remained focused on the holographic projection and it changed to show the two knights holding hands as they faced countless enemies.
“In the eyes of lady Ashlyn, you have shown to be worthy of her loyalty by saving her life back in the day of our landing.”
Alex looked at the horizon with a faraway gaze while rubbing his head helplessly.
“I know, Pyra already explained as much.” He sighed, as he touched the red shirt he was wearing for the occasion. “I’m just trying to delay the inevitable.”
Astra smiled at him. “We know.”
Then, she continued to walk, her pace quickening to enter the hall first.
The other Astraliths did the same, except for Pyra, who lingered behind the others.
As Alex's attention shifted toward Pyra, she lowered her head, meeting his gaze from a lower vantage point with a mischievous smirk on her face.
“I'll tell you something interesting.” Pyra's voice held an undertone of amusement. “Unlike human women, Elysian women have no hymen.”
Alex's brow furrowed as he parsed each syllable until realization dawned on him, followed by a sense of disbelief.
“Wait, wait.” He interjected, his voice conveying a mix of incredulity and a touch of embarrassment. “Are you saying…”
Pyra's mischievous grin widened, her tone playful as she confirmed his unspoken question.
“Yes, you heard right. On the first night, you can be as rough as you want”
With that said, Pyra skipped forward, leaving behind a half-frozen Alex.
After a brief moment of stunned surprise, Alex managed to collect his thoughts and recover.
A subtle, almost foolish smile found its way to his lips as he regathered his bearings.
With a renewed goal, he followed in the wake of the Astraliths.
Upon crossing the entrance to the main hall of the castle, he was able to see his people sitting on couches, their gazes directed toward a woman.
The red haired woman held an imposing presence, her blue eyes reflecting confidence.
Even her clothes reflected her bold nature as she sported short jeans that cut mid-thigh and a militaristic blue jacket that added an edge of authority to her figure.
But it was her piercing blue eyes that held Alex's attention, a gaze that exuded both confidence and curiosity.
Alex approached her, a spark of connection seemed to be born as their gazes met.
Their eyes met, and for a suspended moment, time seemed to still.
Alex smiled, he could feel her loyalty reflected on her eyes.
She, on the other hand, nodded, having understood something from his gaze.
“It's a pleasure to meet you, my lady.” Alex greeted clumsily while extending his hands. “You’re even lovelier in person.”
In response, Ashlyn gripped his hand and Alex had to hold back from trembling nervously at the sensation.
He willed himself to stand steady, even as his heart raced with a blend of excitement and trepidation.
“It’s an honor to finally meet you, your majesty.”
Ashlyn released his hand, a small yet genuine smile gracing her face. Her words carried a note of both respect and anticipation.
“I've been looking forward to this moment ever since that very first day I heard your speech.”
Alex smiled awkwardly at that mention, his hand instinctively scratched at his head.
“Ah, yes! The day of our arrival!” He exclaimed. “A day quite eventful, to say the least.”
Ashlyn, upon observing Alex's subtle discomfort, deftly steered the conversation, demonstrating her knack for leading with ease.
“I've heard that you've chosen me above all others.” Her eyes held a certain curiosity. “If we are to embark on this journey together, I believe it's only fitting that I ask for your reasons.”
Alex's eyes met hers, a mixture of sincerity and determination within them.
He took a moment to gather his thoughts before speaking.
“The first thing that truly caught my attention were your eyes.” He began, his gaze remained locked onto hers. “The determination that burns within them captured me.”
With each passing word, a subtle shift occurred in Ashlyn's demeanor.
The hard-edged resolve that often marked her features seemed to soften, allowing the woman behind the leader to shine through.
Although, in the background, Pyra and the other Astraliths signaled him to choose his next words with care.
He just smiled reassuringly at them.
“But the more I knew about you.” He continued, his voice full of admiration. “How you survived the war, the way you learned to lead.”
He paused, unsure.
“All of it.” He finally voiced, his tone earnest. “led me to believe that you were the right choice to stand beside me, as my partner.”
Ashlyn hummed, seeming pleased.
“I see…” She began, her voice playful. “You certainly have a knack for earning a woman's loyalty. I hope you can keep it up.”
Alex’s muscles subtly tensed up, a confident smile on his face.
“Of course, that's something you won't need to worry about.”
As the conversation continued, Ashlyn's demeanor shifted slightly, transitioning to a more businesslike demeanor.
“So, if I understand correctly.” She inquired, a subtle yet calculated smile curving her lips. “You need an experienced leader to cover for you.”
Alex nodded. “Yes.” He confirmed. “I believe a relationship is built on a foundation of give and take, at least a successful one.”
“I see.” Ashlyn responded, her fingers lightly tapping her chin as she absorbed his words.
It was at that moment that Astra faked a cough.
The sound remembering Alex of a little thing he had planned to do before coming here.
His confident face took a more bashful look, a cold child of nervousness traveling down his spine.
“Right.”
Words seemed to escape his mouth, but no sound came out for a moment.
He took a deep breath, his face a reflection of the sincerity that lay behind his actions.
“In my culture we have this small ritual for people who want to be wed.” He explained.
“A ritual?”
Ashlyn seemed confused with the change of topic, her eyes analyzing his every move.
“Yes, you see.” Alex spoke while he clumsily retrieved a small case from his pocket.
As his hands worked to open the case, his words gained momentum. He stumbled slightly, his fingers momentarily fumbling over the case.
“this ritual... it's a reflection of a promise, a commitment.”
The atmosphere in the room shifted, a sense of anticipation hanging in the air like a fragile thread.
With a blend of resolution and vulnerability, Alex found himself on one knee.
Ashlyn's eyes widened, a mix of astonishment and understanding on her face.
“Ashlyn.” His voice was nervous and hopeful. “Would you do me the honor of marrying me?”
It was such an unexpected moment to Ashlyn, to the point where her usually strong-willed character broke.
She now found herself taken aback, her gaze meeting Alex's with a mix of surprise and an underlying tenderness.
Kneeling was the deepest show of loyalty in the Elysian’s culture.
“Of course I will, my silly king.”
he accepted the ring nestled within the case, her features illuminated by a genuine smile.
Yet, a sharp glint passed through her eyes.
“But never kneel again. It’s demeaning for our family.”
Alex rose to his feet, his knees trembling, and a tired, but content smile on his face.
“Don't worry,” He quipped with a touch of humor. “Once is enough for my poor legs.”
After hearing his words, the mood in the air turned festive.
The silent women in the room entered into action.
“Time to plan a wedding.” Pyra shouted excitedly.
“I have this dish I want to add to the menu.” Coolen added.
Taking control of the situation, Astra's voice brought them back to the task at hand.
"Time to work." She declared.
The other blue skinned women joined in.
And so, an afternoon of laughter, debates, and wedding planning began.
A day Alex would remember as tiring where most of what was discussed passed over his head.
PART 2
“Stop right there.”
A heavy, cold voice cut through the chilly night air.
Madarame spun around with an angry face as he fumbled to pull up his pants.
However, his actions were halted by a sight that drained the blood from his face.
There, standing before him, was a lean, blue-haired individual who emanated an aura of power.
A chill ran down Madarame's spine as he took in the sight, his bravado shattered by the sheer presence of the strongest.
“The… the she-male!” He stammered, his voice trembling with fear.
His legs gave way beneath him, and he collapsed onto the floor. His face contorted by pure dread.
Besides him, on the cold stone floor, a sobbing woman erupted into a big crying fit at the arrival of her savior.
“You have to believe me.” Madarame pleaded, his words a rapid, desperate cascade. “The wretch... she promised, promised to be loyal to me forever. She vowed to marry me upon my triumphant return!”
His face contorted into pure rage, pointing an accusatory finger at the huddled woman.
“But when I returned, triumphant and scarred from the war, a war where I shed blood to protect her, what did I find?”
His voice got a higher pitch. “The wretch had already married the baker. The baker!”
Julian, the blue haired androgynous Elysian, remained impassive.
His gaze, once piercing, had now turned cold and unfeeling, a reflection of his own inner turmoil.
“And so you raped her?” His cold voice cut through his faked bravado.
Madarame's face turned even redder while flecks of spittle flew from his lips.
“So what?” He retorted, his voice raised to a shout.
“She betrayed our loyalty! She cast aside the vows we made! She dared to profane our sacred bond! and for that, she deserves... she deserves to have her unloyal, dirty body punished every day!”
Julian didn’t need to hear anymore of his nonsense.
Witha flick of his hand, a sharp noiseless wind cut through the right triangular lobule of Madarame's ear.
Blood spurted forth like a fountain from the rapist’s ear.
“Wahhh!”
A wail, akin to that of a pig, erupted from his mouth.
Beside him, the victim's eyes widened in fear, her fragile form drawing further into herself as she bore witness to the punishment unfolding before her.
“For the holy flame! What are you doing?” Madarame's voice quivered, the tears mingling with the fear in his eyes.
Julian scoffed, flicking his blue hair.
“You're a member of that group of fanatics, aren't you?” He asked, his tone devoid of sympathy or concern. “I'm merely applying their preferred punishment to you. Not that I care about their beliefs.”
With that said, he pointed his index finger at Madarame.
For a brief moment, an orange light gathered at the tip of his outstretched finger. Only for the light to disappear.
“Huh!” Madarame's eyes widened as a sudden, searing sensation engulfed him.
An inexplicable, agonizing pain erupted from the left side of his neck. The world around him spun as shock and confusion clouded his thoughts.
“You are…”
Whatever he was about to say was drowned out by blood erupting from his mouth, and pain clouding his mind.
Julian just stared coldly as the man collapsed to the ground with a sickening crunch.
“What a gory display.” A soft, artificial voice shattered the lingering silence. “You should be more careful.”
Julian's gaze shifted, settling upon the woman who had emerged from the shadows.
A flicker of wariness danced in his eyes.
Before him stood a blue-skinned woman adorned with red hair that seemed to burn like embers in the moonlight while her red eyes held a gentle touch.
In the woman's left hand, a soft green light radiated, casting its soothing glow over the victim's prone form.
“An Astralith?” He asked.
His eyes remained fixed on her, scrutinizing her with a perceptiveness that spoke of years of training and experience.
“Aren't you girls supposed to spend all your time pleasing the king?”
The woman scoffed, looking at him with disdain.
“The name is Novel 19” She declared her name boldly. “And the king, as you so casually put it, is our child. I’m greatly offended if you guys think like that about our pure relationship.”
Julian sighed, his hand rising to massage his forehead.
“It’s just some chitchat.” He replied, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
However, that was momentary and his face took a serious look once again.
“So, you came here to stop me from killing this guy?”
Julian kicked the scumbag on the floor that was hardly breathing to prove his point.
“No, that’s not my intention.” She replied.
Her hand, meanwhile, stopped her treatment.
The victim, now leaning against her leg, had drifted into sleep under the tender care.
“A case of rape is a rare among the Elysians.” She continued, her tone holding a mixture of gravity and concern. “And that's precisely why I hurried down here as soon as I saw it in the crime detection room.”
“Oh!” Julian raised his brows amusedly. “How so?”
His gaze seemed to convey the unspoken question that hung between them, how would she handle this crime?
And she didn’t disappoint him with her next words.
“Among the laws crafted by our king and ourselves” She explained with a matter-of-fact tone. “The punishment for a rape case as clear as this one is “castration”.”
Julian looked down at the scumbag on the floor again, barely hanging by a thread.
“So, you're going to capture him for processing.” Julian's words were measured, his gaze holding a certain intensity.
“No, I’m just going to say I administered justice, but the criminal died from blood loss.” Novel said, her words chilling.
As she uttered those words, the criminal on the floor gasped his final breath with a guttural sound.
Then, his body tensed and contorted in the grip of death.
“I see where you are going.”
A flash of understanding passed through Julian’s eyes.
With purpose, his right hand began to emit an orange glow.
A quick, controlled burst of flames erupted from his hand, engulfing the lifeless body of the criminal.
The flames spread with a voracity, transforming the corpse into a pyre.
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“Then you can say a bar owner burned down the corpse of the criminal by accident.”
Novel laughed, her hands gently caressing the hair of the victim.
“You’re quite quick witted.”
Julian's gaze remained fixed on the blazing pyre, his features illuminated by the fiery glow.
Seemingly satisfied, Novel pulled up the victim, cradling her gently within her arms.
With great care, she turned around to leave. However, halfway her gaze shifted to Julian, a small smirk curving her lips.
“I'll bring our king to your bar later.” She playfully declared. “We need people like you among our ranks.”
Julian smiled.
“I’ll wait for you then.”
He looked at the unconscious girl, and her tear-stained face.
“What will become of her?” He asked.
His eyes, usually sharp and focused, now carried a gentleness as he regarded the unconscious girl before them.
Novel glanced down at the girl, gently caressing her hair.
“We have Boys specialized in mental care.” She responded. “She will receive the care she needs in one of our facilities. With their expertise and the support of her loved ones should help.”
Julian just looked at the sky, knowing that such a trauma was not easy to overcome.
Although different in nature, he had seen his share of them during the war.
“I see.”
His acknowledgement was brief.
Finally, Novel leaped over a nearby stone wall, leaving behind some words.
“See you later, strongest Elysian.”
Julian remained rooted to the spot, his gaze shifting from the retreating figure to the night sky above.
The wind stirred, ruffling his long blue hair as the lights from Novel's departing ship became a streak across the darkness.
PART 3
The wind swept harshly across the landscape, carrying the remnants of dead leaves in its wake.
Once, this land had flourished with lush greenery, dominated by large, robust trees that stretched toward the sky.
Now, it stood as a scorched wasteland, a reminder of this world long war.
Amidst the desolation, however, a green patch of life persisted.
And at the heart of this green oasis lay a small city, its walls riddled with holes and its buildings standing only partially.
It was within the confines of this city that Alex and Aqua found themselves, walking along one of its worn pathways.
“Man, this place looks like it's been through the wringer!” Alex commented, his hand extending to offer a small apple to a little girl they encountered along the way.
“Thanks.” The girl's face lit up with gratitude as she accepted the gift before turning to her mother.
Alex's expression softened with a gentle smile.
“Haven't we offered manpower and machines to help with the rebuilding?” His gaze shifted from the little girl to Aqua with a raised eyebrow.
Aqua too smiled fondly at the little girl.
“We did.” She confirmed, her voice carrying a hint of both understanding and frustration. “But the local lord has turned down our offers, believing that his people can rise from the ashes on their own.” Aqua said, a flash of annoyance in her eyes.
But then her eyes turned round with a teasing look. “However, I can’t believe you printed fruits from your world.”
Alex huffed, shifting the sack on his shoulder with an annoyed look.
“Don't remind me! I've sworn off trying any more of this world's fruits.”
He paused, turning around and handing another apple from the sack to a lively boy.
His hands were clumsy, but filled with warmth that made people smile.
“Besides!” He continued, his voice carrying a note of conviction. “Sharing your food is a great way to foster friendship.”
Aqua's lips curved into a pleased smile. “I can’t deny that.” She agreed with a soft hum. However, her teasing tone returned as she added “But I do recall a certain Pucline incident.”
A shiver ran down Alex's spine as the memory resurfaced, his expression dark.
“It’s not my fault! That thing looked like a pear but it tasted like habanero!”
Aqua chuckled happily, the sound lifting the spirit of the crowd around them.
However, their happy walk had to come to an end as they reached their destination, the remnants of a large round castle.
In the past, the massive structure would have been imposing, towering over every building around them.
Right now, it was just another corroded building, full of holes whose main tower was half destroyed.
A shadow of its former self.
“Attention!”
Noticing their arrival, a pair of Boys, who had come in advance, flanked by a dozen local guards, promptly cleared the way for Alex and Aqua to enter through the castle's main gate.
“Here.”
Alex took advantage of the moment to drop the remaining apples into the hands of the first guard he saw. “Share it among your people.”
“Yes, your majesty!” The guard trembled in gratitude. “Thank you!”
Alex just smiled as he stepped past the gate and into the castle's interior, where Lord Syrup awaited him.
“It is truly an honor for your presence to grace this place, my King!”
Lord Syrup's words resonated with reverence.
A slight bow accompanied his greeting, the shadow of his light pink hair partially obscuring his prideful eyes.
The man certainly revered him as his king, but arrogance was rooted deeply into his bones.
Alex smiled shallowly, Aqua joining by his side.
“Please, there's no need for such formality, Lord Syrup. We have important matters to discuss.”
“Of course, Your Majesty.” Lord Syrup acquiesced, gesturing toward a large, opulent couch in the main hall. “If you would follow me, we can converse more comfortably.”
As they began to walk, Alex cast a questioning glance at Aqua, his eyes silently asking whether she and the others were the ones who had spread the word about his preferences.
Aqua’s eyes shined, before transmitting her voice telepathically.
‘It was your future wife. She's been working diligently to enhance your image among the nobility.”
Alex nodded, his focus returning to the pink skinned lord.
“Yes. I find larger spaces more comfortable.”
Lord Syrup reached the couch first, but he waited for Alex to sit on the soft surface, and only then did he gracefully join him.
“Your wife-to-be, Lady Ashlyn, paid a visit here yesterday.” Lord Syrup began, his tone carrying a hint of admiration. “She proved to be of great assistance in capturing a group of starving thieves.”
Alex leaned back, citizens stealing food shouldn’t be a problem. The printers of their mothership had enough resources to produce food for the surviving 10 million Elysians for decades.
With that in mind, Alex focused on his purpose for being there.
“That’s why I come here.” Alex stated, his posture reflecting his royal role as he resisted the urge to swing his legs. “I have a proposal that will benefit you and your people.”
Lord Syrup raised his right light pink eyebrow, his eyes reflecting his doubts.
“I hope my words don't come across as disrespectful, Your Majesty.” He spoke slowly. “But I've declined the offers of aid extended by your esteemed ladies. My people are hardy people, capable of surviving on their own.”
Alex met his gaze with unwavering conviction.
“I'm aware of your people's strength.”
Alex’s gaze became hard.
“During the war against the Gemcrabs, your territory received the most damage among the surviving regions as your allies were the first to crumble.”
Syrup's countenance betrayed a hint of vulnerability, a faint tremor in his left hand revealing his emotional turmoil.
“Sorry, remembering it is hard.” He said slowly.
“I lost many friends, children and subordinates then.”
Lord Syrup's voice wavered slightly, his left hand trembling as if trying to cast off the weight of those memories.
“The worst was witnessing the lack of aid from our fellow surviving territories.” He paused, his face hardening. “You must understand, Your Majesty, our reluctance to depend on others after having lost so much.”
Alex's countenance shifted, his once amiable smile giving way to a more resolute expression.
His eyes bore into Lord Syrup's with a commanding weight.
“That’s why I have come here today.” Alex's voice resonated with depth and gravity. “For you to accept us truly, we must give you something that you truly desire.”
Syrup’s gaze remained unwavering, his posture screaming indifference.
“Pardon me, but the little desires I have can’t be fulfilled in this era.” Lord Syrup responded, his words tinged with a hint of resignation.
Alex's lips curved into a confident smile, knowing his trump card would be enough to satisfy him.
“Lord Syrup.” Alex's tone carried an air of triumph as he continued. “Among Elysians, individuals with pink-hued skin have always been rare. After the war, you are the last one left of that unique lineage.”
The revelation hung in the air, like a cascade of dominos about to fall. Lord Syrup's demeanor faltered, a spark of realization igniting in his eyes.
“And that’s my offer.” Alex's words lingered with anticipation. “A true pink-skinned heir, your own blood in exchange for your cooperation.
Syrup trembled, his gaze unfocused as he tried to make sense of his words.
“How can this be? Even our God can’t revive the dead! Do you claim to possess such godlike abilities?”
Alex's gaze shifted subtly, conveying a silent message to Aqua.
In response, Aqua’s expression, who had remained silent until now, shifted from contemplative to decisive.
A faint smile graced her lips.
“We don’t wield such power.” She clarified. “Rather, we possess advanced technology that allows us to clone individuals, creating exact copies that can be raised as normal children.”
Syrup looked down with trembling eyes.
An uneasy silence enveloped them all, stretching for a long moment.
Eventually, Lord Syrup lifted his gaze, his eyes revealing a mixture of trepidation and a glint of newfound hope.
“Is it truly feasible?”
His voice carried a blend of doubt and longing.
The mere notion of rebuilding his declining was enough to stir emotions he had long suppressed.
As the weight of their conversation settled upon him, Lord Syrup's demeanor shifted noticeably.
The proud noble allowed his guard to slip, revealing a vulnerable side that had been hidden beneath his arrogance.
“Not only that.” Alex interjected. “Aqua, here, has assured me she can make modifications to the children so that each child is unique without losing their purity.”
Aqua nodded with a serious look on.
“That’s right. We can integrate desired traits from carefully selected donors to avoid the problems caused by inbreeding while ensuring the preservation of your unique lineage.”
As the gravity of their words sank in, a transformation occurred within Lord Syrup.
His lips curved upward, a fragile yet genuine smile forming on his face. His shoulders relaxed as he discarded a weight on his mind.
He let out a soft sigh. “Very well then. I will request a pair of twins, a son and a daughter, to begin. Perhaps, in time, three more offspring.”
He looked at Alex’s face before agreeing. “I’ll convince the stubborn people of this city to accept your aid.”
Alex almost jumped up in happiness.
His eyes lit up, and he struggled to contain the joy that had been building within him.
“It's a deal, then!”
PART 4
Alex fidgeting awkwardly while adjusting his black suit, his legs trembling by the lack of his usual braces holding them.
“Have I told you how much I hate suits?” He quipped while stealing a glance at his back. “And what's the deal with this oversized red bow tied to my back?”
Astra, in the midst of fastening the bow, couldn't help but snap a bit. “Could you please stop fidgeting? You're making it difficult for Aqua to work on your hair!”
She raised her left hand, likely giving a telepathic command to a pair of Boys to open the door.
“The red bow signifies that you're a symbolic gift from us to your future wife.”
Astra's words held a touch of reluctance as she rose to her feet.
“There, your hair looks perfect now.” Aqua assured him with a soft push, her voice carrying a soothing tone. “It's time, the big moment is here.”
With legs that seemed to tremble of their own accord, Alex took hesitant steps forward, his right hand absentmindedly adjusting his newly trimmed hair.
“Geez, it almost feels like you're selling me to gain control of the world!”
His nose flared up, his steps hesitant as he advanced toward the main hall of his castle. Inside, a throng of nobles and cameras awaited him.
However as he advanced, he caught a snippet of Pyra's voice.
“Don't blame us for the lack of taste in these ceremonies! It's the local God's doing!”
Alex let out a small chuckle for a last time.
Then his expression became firm, almost regal. His clumsy, trembling steps now carried weight and purpose, increasing his presence.
The crowd instinctively made way, parting before him like a sea.
At the end of this passage stood his radiant soon-to-be wife with her flowing red hair.
Silence took control of the situation as Alex advanced through the path, only broken by the faint mechanical whirr of automatic cameras adjusting their lenses to capture the moment.
Alex’s heartbeat grew faster as he drew nearer Ashlyn.
The only thing stopping him from stumbling were her reassuring blue eyes that held him in their gaze, grounding him and filling him with confidence.
She stood before him, a picture of elegance in her short blue wedding dress, the bow on her back matching with her hair.
Finally, the moment he had both anticipated and feared had arrived.
And, as he stood before Ashlyn, she reached out and took his hands into her own, a radiant smile gracing her face.
Her touch and presence brought a sense of calm and assurance that washed away any lingering doubt.
She was the right one.
Without hesitation, Ashlyn began her vows with a confident voice.
“My love, my king. I stand here today to swear my loyalty for the rest of my life. To share your burdens and your successes in life, forever.”
The words flowed smoothly from her lips, a simple pledge crafted by the God of flames that Ashlyn had memorized to the point she had dreamed them countless times.
The only part modified from the original was the part of ‘my love’ for ‘my king’.
Alex, on the other hand, stood there with a mixture of determination and a hint of clumsiness.
As Ashlyn spoke, his eyes locked onto hers, his lips parting slightly.
“My love, queen. I stand here today to swear my loyalty for the rest of my life….” Alex paused, almost pronouncing the wrong words. “To share your burdens and your success in life, forever.”
Despite the small stumble, his gaze remained fixed on Ashlyn's, a mixture of sincerity and determination in his eyes.
“Clap!”
The sound of applause echoed through the air, filling the space with an enthusiastic response from the gathered crowd.
Alex could even swear he heard Pyra’s drowned cry as she witnessed his last words.
He had no doubt that he would be requesting a copy of the video from her, for comic relief at her expense.
As the clapping died down, Alex and Ashlyn exchanged a smile and waved at the cameras, sharing their joyous moment with the world.
The crowd seemed pleased by the brief ceremony.
The simple yet meaningful ceremony had fulfilled all the requirements that Elysian culture demanded for such occasions.
Now only something important was missing.
“The gifts for the newlyweds!” The voice of Pyra pierced through the air, loud and urgent, breaking the serenity of the moment.
Her words sparked a frenzy of activity among the attendees. The atmosphere shifted into a competitive mode.
Each noble regarding each other with distrustful eyes.
The first to offer his gift was Lord Ashborne, Ashlyn's father.
He strode forward with purpose, holding a long violet sword in his thick arms.
The sword gleamed under the light, its edge menacing.
He extended the sword to Ashlyn, who received it reverently.
“This sword has belonged to our family for generations.” Lord Ashborne declared, addressing Alex with a level of gravitas. “It's a symbol of our lineage, passed down to the heir of the family upon marriage.”
“Thank you, Father.” Ashlyn smiled, overcome by happiness.
Her father's eyes softened as he spoke, his tone taking on a more paternal note.
“This is your birthright, my dear. Wear it with pride.” He explained. “Now, there is a long line waiting for you.”
The procession continued with Pyra's turn, who approached with her signature fiery flair.
She gifted them a pair of sleek white jetpacks, her voice tinged with mischief as she presented her offering. “Now you can fly away from bed to the hall!”
Astra followed suit, her practicality shining through as she handed them a compact cloning pod. “For those future hybrid children you two are bound to have.”
As the line progressed, the gifts became increasingly inventive and at times comical.
They ranged from a strengthening solution that promised to make one stronger than a Gemcrab, an elemental laser that Alex claimed as his.
Amid the chaos of the unconventional gifts, a ragtag group of children's clothes appeared in their hands.
By the time the last gift reached them, Alex felt his eyes spin. Ashlyn was not better, feeling pressured by all of the children's clothes around her.
As the crowd dispersed, Alex exchanged a knowing glance with Ashlyn.
He caressed her hand, feeling playful.
“The best part of today is almost here.” He whispered with teasing eyebrows, leaning in closer.
However, just then, a group of footsteps resounded through the hall.
Both Alex and Ashlyn turned their attention towards the entryway, their expressions shifting from playfulness to frozen astonishment.
Emerging into the hall was a group of priests, their robes a vibrant shade of red adorned with intricate white gems and delicate silks, resembling those of ancient China.
Their presence alone commanded a sense of reverence and awe from the gathering.
Leading this group was a woman whose appearance was nothing short of extraordinary.
She radiated an ethereal glow, a halo that outshone everyone else in the room.
Her hair, an otherworldly combination of golden and purple hues, framed a face of indescribable beauty.
Her presence was captivating, and her ample chest didn't escape Alex's initial attention, though his focus quickly shifted to her hands holding a gift.
She advanced with an ethereal grace, her every step deliberate and elegant.
Once she stood directly in front of Alex and Ashlyn, her pink lips parted to speak. Her voice flowed like the sweetest melody, captivating those who listened.
“King of the Elysians and the Astraliths.” She began, her words hanging in the air like a fragrant scent. “We, the keepers of the flame, have come out of our self imposed exile to congratulate you on this joyous occasion.”
As she lowered herself slightly in a graceful bow, she extended a gift towards the newlyweds. In that moment, the view of her ample bosom through her cleavage became obvious.
A sly grin danced across her lips as her eyes met Alex's, and it was clear she took delight in teasing the Elysian king.
The room held its breath, awaiting Alex's response to this unexpected and flirtatious display.
Alex was tempted to respond to her advances. Her alluring charm and the revealing nature of her attire were impossible to ignore.
However, the vice-like grip of his new wife's hand on his own reminded him that he would be doomed if he responded.
With that in mind, he ignored his cold back and took the gift with a serious expression.
“I see, we accept your generous gift, saint.”
Beside him, Ashlyn offered a confident smile to the saint. “Thank you for your kind gesture. We appreciate your presence on this joyous occasion.”
Few noticed it, but in that second, sparks seemed to fly between the opposing women eyes.
As he held the offering, Alex glanced at the astonished faces in the crowd, some of whom were clearly taken aback by the saint's presence and her bold approach.
Ignoring the saint's lingering presence, he took Ashlyn by the hand and led her upstairs to their room.
Stopping only briefly, he handed the gift to Astra with a nod of gratitude.
“Here, take care of it.”
The saint, left standing in the hall, was momentarily dumbfounded. But as the realization of Alex's indifference settled in, a competitive fire ignited in her eyes.
She licked her lips in anger.
No one should dismiss her, especially the walking wallet she had chosen as her target.
PART 5
“Good morning, esteemed citizens. Today, we bring you a heartwarming story that's been sweeping through our world. It's about a woman with unique hair, and the community that's rallied behind her.”
The voice of the presenter echoed fervently.
Meanwhile, the screen showed the footage of a tanned woman with a magnificent afro standing in front of a cheering crowd.
“That's right, folks! Meet Esmeralda, the proud owner of the most splendid afro our world has ever seen!” The presenter exclaimed excitedly, before his voice turned hard.
“But life hasn't always been easy for Esmeralda. She's faced discrimination, terrible hair days, and more hair-related puns than anyone should endure.”
On the screen, the image changed to Esmeralda swatting away hairstyling products thrown at her.
“Yet, amidst all the adversity, something incredible happened. A support group of fellow Elysians formed, calling themselves the "Hair-itage Heroes."
The image switched to show a dozen youngsters sporting weird purple jackets with an afro logo on the chest.
“We realized that we all face unique challenges. In the face of those hardships, we must stand together!”
The young, big-lipped youngster exclaimed.
“Discrimination against an afro is discrimination against loyalty!
After that proclamation, the screen showed the smiling news anchor once again, his face twitching as he restrained a comical laugh.
“The Hair-itage Heroes have organized a charity event, where they'll be donating hair products and wigs to those in need. All proceeds from their "Mane-tenance Gala" will go toward improving the lives of orphans of academy city.
The screen changed again, showing Esmeralda speaking at a podium with the Hair-itage Heroes.
“It's been a hair-raising journey, but together, we can change the new generation! Goodbye to discrimination!”
The image lowered slightly, revealing people dancing and celebrating at the gala, with wigs and smiling orphans.
“And there you have it, a community coming together to support their fellow Elysians in a time of need. Isn't it inspiring?”
The presenter finished.
Alex watched the news, his face contorted in disbelief, a deep furrow forming between his brows.
“Ugh, this is ridiculous! What's next, a parade for orcs?” He grumbled, shaking his head as if trying to shake the absurdity out of his thoughts.
With an annoyed flick of his wrist, he switched off the round screen, slumping back on his couch. A deep sigh escaped his mouth.
“Sometimes.” He muttered to himself. “I swear, these news channels will cover anything just for the hair-raising drama of it all.”
As he was complaining, a dinging sound was heard through his office.
It was followed by the door of his office/ship opening to reveal a skipping Pyra making her entrance.
She stopped at the doorway, a curious look on her face.
“What’s the matter with the long face?” Pyra inquired, flicking her fiery hair out her ear. “Was last night that bad?”
Alex turned to glance at her, but his eyes were distant, unfocused.
“It was actually the best night of my life.” He said with a light smile. “Ashlyn and I seem to be really compatible in bed. It's just…”
He hesitated to continue, too ashamed of what was bothering him.
“It's just what?” Pyra demanded impatiently, her fiery gaze fixed on him.
“It’s just, last night Ashlyn was like a cat purring in my arms… Then, today I awoke ready for another round.” Alex paused, glancing at his finger to avoid Pyra’s eyes. “And Ashlyn was so cold… so professional… She just got up and went to work without even a kiss.”
Pyra's eyes flared with indignation, and she crossed her arms, her fiery hair framing her face like a blazing halo.
“That's it?” She exclaimed, her voice crackling with energy. “You're worried because she didn't give you a kiss? You're the king, for the Flame's sake! Act like it! If you want a kiss, take it!”
Alex laughed to himself.
“I know that much, Pyra.” He replied, chuckling. “I was just so stunned by her sudden shift in demeanor that I could not react on time.”
Pyra sighed, her right hand rubbing her forehead.
“Look.” She began, her voice taking on a more serious tone. “Just don’t think this is your fault.”
Alex's eyes widened at her words, a mix of confusion and relief washing over him.
“What do you mean?”
Pyra didn’t answer immediately, instead she sauntered over to the blue couch in front of Alex.
“How to say this?” She said, making herself comfortable on the couch. “The thing about Elysians is that they feel more pleasure from getting praised by their loyalty than from things like 'I love you.’”
Alex’s mouth grew agape, his eyes spinning.
“What?!”
He had heard things like that many times, but it was just getting into his system that it was like so.
Pyra chuckled at his shocked expression before continuing her explanation.
“Not only that, because of their long lifespans, Elysians only have five days of heat each thirty days.” She clarified. “And yesterday was Ashlyn’s last day.”
Understanding the situation, Alex’s head dropped in defeat.
“So she was only having an awkward first morning as she wasn’t in the mood?”
Alex’s lips trembled, his aura resembling that of a saddened child.
Seeing him like that, a mischievous glint ignited within Pyra’s eyes.
“Stop sulking.” She declared, grabbing his hand between hers with a wicked grin. “You have this amazing jetpack courtesy of the best Astralith, and we even built a jetpack training hall just for it!”
“Wait!”
Alex attempted to protest, but Pyra yanked him up from the couch without much effort.
His legs, lacking the braces, made him stumble and almost hit the wall as Pyra dragged him out of the office.
“Pyra! I’m going to fall!”
Alex cried out in panic.
As they exited the ship onto the landing pad of the castle, Alex managed to glimpse a flash of red hair before he collided with someone.
In a heap of limbs, he tumbled on top of a woman.
“Ugh!”
The familiar voice of Ashlyn groaned beneath Alex as he raised his head.
“Sorry Lyn! We didn’t see you!”
Alex apologized to his wife.
Ashlyn returned a cold stare at him, her teeth gritted.
“Alexander… You’re heavy.”
Looking down, Alex saw his hand digging into Ashlyn’s breast.
The sensation was heavenly, but he had already played with them to his fill yesterday and it didn't seem like the right moment.
He awkwardly scrambled off of Ashlyn, a sheepish smile on his face.
“Sorry!”
Ashlyn rose to her feet slowly, her demeanor cold and collected, as she dusted off her military jacket.
Once, she was satisfied with her clothes, she cleared her throat and directed a glare at Alex.
“I need to oversee the guards' training today. It's essential that they stay in peak condition. I came to say goodbye.”
Alex nodded, his own expression serious. “Of course, Lyn. Take care, and don't work too hard.”
With that, he leaned in for a quick kiss. Ashlyn's lips met his briefly, but her posture remained rigid.
She pulled away almost as soon as it began, leaving Alex slightly puzzled.
“Goodbye.” she said curtly before heading out.
As she disappeared from their sight, Pyra couldn’t help snickering, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
She simply couldn't resist a teasing comment.
"Wow, King. You're really leaving her flustered today, huh?"
Alex, oblivious to what his wife was thinking, blinked in confusion. "What do you mean?"
Pyra merely giggled and rushed him out of the room.
Normally, Alex could have read subtle hints in people’s expressions.
However, today he was just too caught up in his own self pity that he failed to read Ashlyn’s.
“Come on, slowpoke. We have a fire to catch on.”
She sprinted out in the direction of the jetpack training hall. Her long legs raising her like a rocket
“My babies are waiting for me!”
“Wait!” Alex followed after him, his legs trembling from the effort.
‘I really needed that surgery to strengthen my legs.’ Was his thoughts as he failed to keep up with his fiery subordinate.
Unbeknownst to him, Ashlyn was observing him from a window above them.
Her face was flushed like a ripe tomato, and her hands discreetly massaged her sore breasts.