out ever again. Because of that cold-heartedness, he’d spent a long time caring for nothing but his own comfort, entertainment, and privacy—hence why he’d taken an entire island off the coast of England as his own private fortress after Invasion Day. The spoiled Prince of Thrakor hadn’t cared for company or friendships, only solitude and time to enjoy the peace he’d craved his entire existence. Only his personal guard and most trusted servants were allowed onto the island previously known as Jersey, but that was now referred to a Kro Island, and he’d always intended to keep it that way.
“Get me a craft,” he said into what anyone else would’ve assumed was the empty nothingness around him, but he knew his Master Protector, Domo was there, as always.
“Yes, sire,” Domo answered, and he moved out from his spot in the shadows. He went to a small device that was docked by the wall, programmed in the request, and then stood to attention in wait of Kronus’ next order.
The King said nothing. He simply came to a stop and stared out of his window at the otherwise uninhabited island around him. Despite trying to force his feelings aside, he felt something for the first time in his long life—emptiness. He’d finally told someone he cared, and had let himself allow that consideration for another to penetrate his rock-hard exterior for the first time since that night on the rooftop terrace. Kronus still couldn’t believe he’d come across that same girl again, and had been stunned to discover that she’d made her way up the army ladder without ever using stories of their incredible experience to help further her career. Kyra had kept that secret the entire time, and for some reason it’d made him immensely proud of her. He guessed it was because he was an incredibly private person, and the knowledge that she could keep something like that to herself, rather than flaunt her story to anyone who wanted to hear it, was an endearing quality in anyone, especially in a woman. He’d never felt more attracted to someone in his entire life.
She truly was unlike any other woman he’d known, human or Thrakorian. Fresh anger bubbled up in him again when he remembered how Thrayke had described his new lover before he’d had the opportunity to meet her. He’d told Kronus how she was unusual, different to anyone he’d met before. He’d gone on and on about how beautiful, clever, kind, and funny she was, and at the time Kronus had simply nodded along, as if he even knew what it felt like to care for another so profoundly. What had shocked him though, was how Thrayke, the eternal bachelor, was evidently seriously second-guessing his aversion to having proper relationships because of the woman he’d spoken so fondly of. He had then come clean about the treatment he’d asked Greegis to give her, and its success, but it hadn’t mattered to Kronus at the time. He’d had no reason to be concerned for her wellbeing. She was just another human, and another life he cared nothing for, while he remained stagnant and in limbo. Thrayke was his oldest friend, and at the time, Kronus had simply nodded and offered him his blessing.
However, when he’d spotted that cross shaped scar on her cheek, the unconquerable world he’d created for himself had instantly fallen apart. His initial shock had given way to anger, jealousy, denial, and then fear. If Kyra had been killed during her treatment he might never have found her again, and that thought alone was enough for him to issue the order that Thrayke not see her anymore. He couldn’t believe Thrayke had been so careless, and he hated knowing his loyal soldier and friend had been so cavalier with the life of the one person Kronus felt somehow belonged to him. He didn’t even feel guilty for ordering that he break things off with her, only bitter that he’d had the opportunity to be with Kyra before Kronus could steal her away to have her for himself.
But therein lay the other
“Get me a craft,” he said into what anyone else would’ve assumed was the empty nothingness around him, but he knew his Master Protector, Domo was there, as always.
“Yes, sire,” Domo answered, and he moved out from his spot in the shadows. He went to a small device that was docked by the wall, programmed in the request, and then stood to attention in wait of Kronus’ next order.
The King said nothing. He simply came to a stop and stared out of his window at the otherwise uninhabited island around him. Despite trying to force his feelings aside, he felt something for the first time in his long life—emptiness. He’d finally told someone he cared, and had let himself allow that consideration for another to penetrate his rock-hard exterior for the first time since that night on the rooftop terrace. Kronus still couldn’t believe he’d come across that same girl again, and had been stunned to discover that she’d made her way up the army ladder without ever using stories of their incredible experience to help further her career. Kyra had kept that secret the entire time, and for some reason it’d made him immensely proud of her. He guessed it was because he was an incredibly private person, and the knowledge that she could keep something like that to herself, rather than flaunt her story to anyone who wanted to hear it, was an endearing quality in anyone, especially in a woman. He’d never felt more attracted to someone in his entire life.
She truly was unlike any other woman he’d known, human or Thrakorian. Fresh anger bubbled up in him again when he remembered how Thrayke had described his new lover before he’d had the opportunity to meet her. He’d told Kronus how she was unusual, different to anyone he’d met before. He’d gone on and on about how beautiful, clever, kind, and funny she was, and at the time Kronus had simply nodded along, as if he even knew what it felt like to care for another so profoundly. What had shocked him though, was how Thrayke, the eternal bachelor, was evidently seriously second-guessing his aversion to having proper relationships because of the woman he’d spoken so fondly of. He had then come clean about the treatment he’d asked Greegis to give her, and its success, but it hadn’t mattered to Kronus at the time. He’d had no reason to be concerned for her wellbeing. She was just another human, and another life he cared nothing for, while he remained stagnant and in limbo. Thrayke was his oldest friend, and at the time, Kronus had simply nodded and offered him his blessing.
However, when he’d spotted that cross shaped scar on her cheek, the unconquerable world he’d created for himself had instantly fallen apart. His initial shock had given way to anger, jealousy, denial, and then fear. If Kyra had been killed during her treatment he might never have found her again, and that thought alone was enough for him to issue the order that Thrayke not see her anymore. He couldn’t believe Thrayke had been so careless, and he hated knowing his loyal soldier and friend had been so cavalier with the life of the one person Kronus felt somehow belonged to him. He didn’t even feel guilty for ordering that he break things off with her, only bitter that he’d had the opportunity to be with Kyra before Kronus could steal her away to have her for himself.
But therein lay the other
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