Planet Jorrimm has been locked in an expansion war against Planet Feliva in their shared galaxy system; however, the two kingdoms are forced to shelve their rivalry once an unknown entity begins destroying their scouting fleets.
When their respective attempts to remove the invasive force fail, the two kingdoms reluctantly turn to one another, bring it with it a tentative proposal to combine their militaries and resources so that they might combat and eradicate their mutual enemy.
And to ensure the peaceful merging of their civilizations, the two kingdoms agree to a marital union between their only heirs, Galanon and Desgazah.
To ease the two volatile, stubborn princes into following through, a courtship period is put into place — alternating every three months, one prince will stay with the other on their homeworld, familiarizing themselves with one another, and to learn and understand the other's world and culture.
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⇀ Shipping
The majority of my muses have a significant other played by @feliivian. However, the following side characters are open to shipping:
— Daldic
— Torigon
— Veresil
Jeren, had you ever heard of Cazasen before you met him? If so, what had you heard about him? Was any of it true? Where does he differ from his reputation?
Slender, cleanly manicured fingers stilled, poised in the middle of flicking through the contents the freshly obtained wallet.
Slowly, he raised his sapphire gaze and studied the journalist situated across from him. Something dark, unpleasant stirred inside of him; something that was not feeling this unexpected line of questioning.
Who was this lil' fuckstain and how did he know about Cazasen and him?
Sadistically, he took a little more pleasure from the sight of the tri-spectacled alien sitting there, trussed up tightly and trembling in fear, all while his men continued to move around them, gathering up valuables and ransacking the apartment for good measure.
".. You talkin' about Whiskers? Mr. Muscle Club? That bearded bootlickin', boy-booty-chasin', always-crashin'-my-party motherfucker? Nah, never heard of him."
Jeren settled back in his seat and kicked his dirt-dusted boots up on the table. He resumed exploring the journalist's wallet.
"And by that, I mean that I'd never heard of him before he tried collecin' my bounty. But you could say that he'd made an impression on me."
And what a terrifying impression that had been. He could not recall—in the entirety of his criminal lifestyle or former military career—there ever being someone who could resist his telekinesis.
Even though the unnerving phenomenon had ultimately buckled under the unrestrained force of his psychic ability, he'd still been haunted by the sensation of such significant weight when he'd been lifting and shoving the enforcer during their brawl.
"So, I cashed in a few favors to get some intel on him." And essentially uncovered nothing. He considered that pretty wild, too. "I am now informed on the cologne he wears, his preferred warp-drive routes, and his sexual preferences."
The blond crime lord sunk a little lower in his seat, unable to keep himself from mumbling under his breath—"Learned about that last one the hard way"—as indignation was pricked at the sudden rush of memories.
Clearing his throat and bringing his feet back to the floor with a muffled thump, Jeren stood up and tossed the now curiously empty wallet onto the table.
"But it's clear that you got some connections! Some real fuckin' good ones if your questions are anything to go by!"
He slowly licked over his lip ring as a devilish grin drew across his face, his light blue eyes glimmering with mounting excitement. "So, you'll be comin' with us. Don't worry; we'll learn all about Whiskers. Together."
Prince Galanon, what were you expecting when Prince Desgazah came to see you for the first time? Did he live up to your expectations? If so, how? If not, why not?
A sound — a derisive scoff — escaped the Jhasiri's mouth before he could stop himself, and he stiffened. Out of habit, or perhaps it was considered survival instinct at this point, lilac eyes quickly swept the area around himself and the alien journalist.
When he did not see any signs of his lirahai strolling about the ancestral library while the interview was being conducted, he slowly relaxed.
What an embarrassment that would have been, being chastised in front of this offworlder, either by being smacked upside the head or having his braid painfully yanked.
"I was expecting nothing," Galanon answered. "I did not care for this ridiculous farce from the start, therefore I did not deign to educate myself on Felivian royalty or Felivian customs."
Just then, his mouth twisted unbecomingly, his celestial eyes narrowing. "However, if we are speaking of preconceived prejudices against Felivians, then yes, he was everything to be expected. Entitled, spoiled; selfish; insufferably self-important; big-mouthed, rude—"
Feeling his blood boiling, his temper beginning to spiral, the Jhasiri snapped his mouth shut, his teeth clenching, and he jerked his head away to inhale a calming breath.
However, the position inadvertently put his facial scars front and center— deep, jagged fissures traveling over eyebrow, cheek, and mouth; a wound that had been carved viciously into his flesh by a single swipe of abyss-black, scorching claws.
In a blink of an eye, he had been forever changed; forever disfigured.
Based on the averaged heights of their race, Alultii are not the tallest alien species introduced in the story; however, they are still in the top three, and their kiinnis form could have them rivaling for the top spot.
Standing at 7'7'' / 231 cm, Galanon is considered above average, just as his late father was. His friend, Daldic, stands two inches taller.
Height comparison between Desgazah [left] & Galanon [right]:
If I may ask, when you're addressed as "You Radiance", is there a specific meaning or purpose behind it?
"It's historical," he explained, pausing a moment as he considered the rest of his answer. "Or perhaps mythological. The story is still the same.
"Our sun is a god with the name of Zah, and he was instrumental in the origin of our people. The Royal Family itself is said to be directly descended from him, and firstborn sons who share his physical appearance are named for him. We share in his titles, too."
He gestured out of the open window, where the midmorning sun was already warming the sands.
Prince Desgazah, is there any significance behind the act of someone touching or stroking a Felivian's ears?
He eyed the secretive asker with quiet suspicion, one ear flicking under the memory of a phantom touch.
"It's intimate. You can't do it to just anyone—normally it's only done by lovers or mates—and you have to be gentle; they're sensitive."
A light flush began to colour his cheeks as he recalled how he would melt against Galanon's chest as a large thumb swept along the length of them, how his breath would catch on a moan as he lost himself in the sensation.
"I love you" is considered fighting words to Jeren.
Cazasen saying "I love you" in passing. Jeren turning his head, an eyebrow quirked. His tone became a little dangerous as he mumbled around the lit cigarette tucked at the corner of his mouth, "The fuck d'you just say to me?"
