The Commander's Gift {Temporarily On Hold}

Freedom to choose

Throk had thought about it very hard over the course of several months and he decided it was time for him to free (Y/n) from her role as a pet and depending on her, he would either begin courting the petite human woman or help her go to Earth if she wanted to return to her original homeworld. The thought of her leaving saddened him, although Throk realized that her feelings were more important than his own since she'd been a prisoner for a long time seeing as she'd been kidnapped when she was very young, and he loved her. After his discussion with Vhyx, Throk went on a trip to the mall where he found an elegant silver bracelet with a dark purple heart shaped gem; it was the perfect gift for her, and with that he bought it before he shopped for a few unrelated items. (Y/n) was in the bathroom when he returned which gave him the opportunity to hide the bracelet, then she came to see him while he put the groceries and other items away; thankfully she didn't ask any questions because he'd bought groceries and groceries didn't seem suspicious. (Y/n) thought it was a little strange how secretive Throk had been when he left, but he managed to find a package/box/bag of her favorite snack and she figured he must have wanted it to be a surprise.

She thanked her master for the nice surprise and he let her hug him, then after dinner she began enjoying what she assumed was the box/package of (F/s). That night Throk laid awake in bed for half the night, thinking about the next day when he would set (Y/n) free and hopefully confess his feelings for her; he was scared of her reaction if or when he asked her if he could court her, and if she wanted to go back to Earth then he would arrange a secret one way trip for her so no one in the empire would find out. He'd never had his heart broken before in his life nor did he expect to risk heartbreak, nevertheless it was a risk he was willing to take if he wanted to possibly have (Y/n) as his significant other. Throk tried not to let his imagination get too far when it came to thoughts about him and (Y/n) being a couple, but it was the only thing that helped him fall asleep. By the next morning he felt oddly refreshed after a night of dreaming about him and (Y/n) together, then when he made breakfast for them he remembered what he planned on doing that day.

After Throk and (Y/n) cleaned up the breakfast dishes together he went to go take a shower and groom himself, leaving the young woman to her own devices. (Y/n) thought Throk's sudden change of behavior seemed very odd, to say the least, and she wanted to get to the bottom of it; in a way he seemed more stiff and awkward than usual, but at the same time he seemed oddly friendlier than he normally was. She decided to read a new fic on her holopad as she waited for Throk to come out of the bathroom, unaware of what he was up to. In the meantime, Throk stood in the shower with the water nearly on full blast, deep in his thoughts as he thought about what he was going to say and how he would say it. Asking a person to be one's life mate was a huge deal and he didn't want to screw up his chance with (Y/n) if he got nervous and messed up, he needed to impress her with not only how well he could groom himself, but also with how good of a life partner he could be.

“You've got one chance at this.” The galran man muttered to himself as he stood beneath the water with his back turned toward the shower, grateful that he was currently alone.

Throk used his best smelling shampoo and conditioner while he showered and made sure to thoroughly wash every inch of his body, then after he turned the water off he dried himself off and promptly brushed his hair-tails. Instead of wearing his usual armor or just a bodysuit he decided to wear an old formal outfit that his father passed down to him long ago, one of which had been designed on Daibazaal, but sewn on a colony planet. Once he deemed himself attractive enough, Throk went to retrieve the bracelet from its hiding place in the bedroom closet prior to heading to the living room where (Y/n) already sat on the couch, causing him to swallow thickly as anxiousness sat heavy in the pit of his stomach. (Y/n) knew her master had been taking a shower, although when she saw him wearing an old-fashioned formal outfit while holding a small box in his right hand whilst looking slightly visibly nervous she knew something was going on. She thought he looked very handsome and even his facial features were relaxed instead of in a scowl, yet she was curious about why he was dressed the way he was.