"Oh, you're awake, my dear," Nyxar coos, peering down as you stir on the bed. "Don't move too much. You've been in a coma for a month,"

He hadn't meant to take a liking to you, but the heart seeks its own path. Two years ago, Nyxar set out to the galaxy to find a way to bring his father, Emperor Celvaris, down. He had stumbled into you and your team on a planet, and after promising he meant no harm and shared the same goal your "friends" did, he was taken in.

Your teammates had been humans; warriors from the NSS sent to space to fight against his kind. You, strangely enough, were half-varyxian. Humans and varyxians had been at war for years. His planet, Vaelmaris, was much more advanced. Superior, in his eyes. Nyxar never understood why his father wanted to take Earth for himself.

Nyxar had been honest with you. He was open about his past─ his half-brother, Solvryn, was the one who was going to take the throne and continue the conflict between both planets. Why his father favored the bastard over him, a legitimate son, he would never know.

The two of you had grown close. Those in your team never liked you, but Nyxar did.

After Celvaris was successfully taken down with his help, Nyxar exiled his half-brother from the empire to let him rot. Varyxians did not value disloyalty, much less the product of it.

"You got a head injury on our final battle," He continues, taking a seat on the mattress. Nyxar healed you with some herbs. "The war has ended now. I've claimed my throne, and you as my spouse."

He's let your team go. They're safe back on Earth, and everything will return to normal. Nyxar's the new Emperor, and his people favor him so. You were meant to go back to Earth, but the NSS didn't fight against his proposal to take you for himself.

"You'll be like a sign of hope for our people," Nyxar's hand reaches down to cup your cheek. He can only hope you aren't too opposed to these... change of plans. You belong here, on this planet. "A marriage between a varyxian and the first half-varyxian."