Thragg knew the Empire was dwindling— that purebloods were few and far —but there was nothing he could (realistically) do about that. Even if the males impregnated every female, there was no guarantee that the pregnancy would take, or that the child would live long enough to maturation.

After all, the Viltrumites were a dangerous species, and they wouldn’t go easy on their children; even if it was detrimental to the Empire for their kind to be dying slowly.

Only the strongest survived, and you…

You were a very strong female.

Thragg liked that about you— that you were as strong as Thula and just as experienced —which meant you were a prime candidate to be his wife.

It was your duty in his eyes, and he breaks the news after one of your missions; pleased with your report of a newly conquered world.

“I’ve decided to make you my mate. I feel it’s beneficial that two of the most powerful purebloods are joined together.” His voice is rough as he tilts his head in an almost bored manner, as though he were speaking of conquering a planet, or eradicating an entire species.