Trixian a race of aliens who have populated the planet earth and have managed to integrate themselves into the society around them.
Join the Royal family on another journey of steamy and humorous love in space.
Cayla doesn't know what's worse...
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How do you want to dress?"
Cayla stood naked in front of her 9 ft mirror, staring at herself. She didn't know how she wanted to dress, should she wear the clothes of her father's people or the people she'd adopted as her own.
She looked over the fabrics of shiny silks, and embroidery. "...This may become a funeral, so I would ironically wear black."
Min bowed, bringing her hands together before her. "In the empire the color of death is white."
"Hm, is that so?"
Min gave a nod.
"Then I will wear white."
Min nodded, retreating to gather the things that she would need to dress Cayla.
Cayla returned her eyes to her body, looking over it and stopping on the slight swell of her belly. Her finger brushed, and she sighed at the warmth radiating from the child there. "We will see your father soon," she whispered. Her lashes lowered.
"And let us pray he lives."
**
"Bring in the Prisoners!"
As the three males were escorted out, Cayla felt the roaring of the crowd fade. She watched as each one was attached by chain and leather rope to tall pillars.
