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19 year old Zarlene walked downtown, trying to remain in the shadows. A bruise lay on her cheek as she walked with a slight limp in her right leg. Ever since yesterday, when she ran into one of her father’s guards she had been trying to get better at sneaking around town. She had let her guard down after being on Earth for so long, she has gotten used to being near humans, understanding they are not as big of threats as she had once believed. She has been on the run for so long and is dumbfounded on why her father insists on trying to find her.
The night that she had run away, her father, the king, had told her that in order to ensure peace, she would have to marry her enemy. She wouldn’t have minded it so much if her enemy, an assassin that worked for his father, hadn’t killed her mother right in front of her when she had only been 16.
Ever since then, she hated him.
Before heading back to her apartment she bought some groceries for dinner. She had slowly grown accustomed to the food here on Earth, it wasn’t the same as on her home planet but she still liked it.
On the way back to her apartment she got the feeling that she was being watched. But when she checked behind her and no one was there, she shook the feeling off and continued on her way.
When she got home, she unlocked the door and walked into the small kitchen.
Suddenly she felt an arm wrap around her waist, in an instant a knife was pressed to her throat, and she could feel his breath down the back of her neck.
“Hello Princess”, he said.
That voice,
It was his voice.
She stiffened. “What do you want?”, Zarlene asks. “You know what I want,” he says.
“Actually I don’t, why don’t you sit down and tell me, Ezekiel.” Zarlene says trying to remain calm, even though she was anything but.
“I want you to come with me so we can rule over our planets together and get our parents to leave us alone” Ezekiel whispers as he spins her around while still keeping a firm hold around her waist and the knife still pressed to her throat.
“I’m not marrying a murderer” Zarlene practically growls
“Oh come on” ,he sighs, “ you know I didn’t have a choice, my father would have had me killed or imprisoned.”
Zarlene’s expression turns to one of shock “what?” she asks, letting her guard down slightly.
Ezekiel freezes, realizing what he just said.