problem. He wasn’t on Earth to take lovers. He most certainly wasn’t there to find a purpose to life other than being a good and loyal subject of his father, King Thrakor. As was his father’s wish, Kronus was betrothed to another—Mariah. When their mission was complete, he knew that he’d be expected to leave this planet behind, and that he’d be married within weeks of returning home. As part of his betrothal, and as was downright expected of him given his nobility, he’d remained pure and loyal to Mariah in readiness for their wedding, as would she have been for him. He’d never so much as touched another woman, and hadn’t wanted to, until Kyra. Regardless of his desire for another though, the truth remained that he couldn’t offer her a future. Kronus knew he would be a better man just letting Kyra and Thrayke be together, but he simply couldn’t do it.
She was his, and part of him wished he’d kept her close ever since Invasion Day. He’d recently read her files and knew what a tough life Kyra had led since that day, and it pained him to think of how hard times had been for her. She would’ve made a superb companion for him to nurture and groom, rather than leaving her to grow up alone and unloved in the slums. But in doing so, she’d blossomed into an extraordinary woman with her own ideas and a voice that demanded to be heard. She’d never have reached her full potential beneath his iron-fisted upbringing. Even Kronus knew that. He was envious of everything she’d become without him, and how happy she’d been in spite of having nothing but her drive to keep her going all these years. Kronus cursed himself for all he’d failed to do by her, but also wondered if he’d even still want Kyra without that clever, headstrong mind of hers.
He thought how his soldiers had never seen him act tenderly towards another, or even associate with a human during his visits to Earth in the years before they’d invaded. Rumors had been aplenty following his arrival on Invasion Day, but he’d soon quashed them and then made sure to never show that side of himself again. Kronus had hardened, grown disinterested and less humane with every passing year, and wished he’d known how to deal with the almost instant demolition of those walls when happenstance had brought Kyra Millan back to him.
“How long?” he barked, having realized a good few minutes had passed while he was deep in thought, and he turned to find his men all waiting patiently for him in the doorway. They were stood to attention, dressed in their black combats, and geared up—ready for any action that might come their way.
“We didn’t want to disturb you,” Domo said, and he tossed Kronus his armored jacket. His Master Protector was incredibly wise, but also very opinionated, even if he didn’t actually say much. By leaving his leader alone with his thoughts, Domo had let Kronus internally analyze all the things he didn’t want to say aloud. None would dare try to make him see sense or learn his lessons, but he could certainly beat himself up aplenty when left alone with his thoughts, and that was often how Domo chose to teach his young King the error of his ways. The two men of very few words worked well together, until matters of the heart had eaten the unlikely one of them alive, and only then had the King come to realize just how much he relied on the faithful service of those he’d brought to Earth with him. “New Delhi?” Domo asked, and his deep grey eyes shone despite the darkness.
“New Delhi,” Kronus agreed, and the group set off for the loading dock at the rear of the huge house. None of them said a word, and while he appreciated it, Kronus suddenly hated the silence. It made his mind wander. He went over the information Thrayke had relayed again, and tried to make sense of the knowledge that Kyra had disobeyed his orders and stayed in the city with the rebel scumbag, Tuka. Her fellow treacherous comrade, Gage, was back at
She was his, and part of him wished he’d kept her close ever since Invasion Day. He’d recently read her files and knew what a tough life Kyra had led since that day, and it pained him to think of how hard times had been for her. She would’ve made a superb companion for him to nurture and groom, rather than leaving her to grow up alone and unloved in the slums. But in doing so, she’d blossomed into an extraordinary woman with her own ideas and a voice that demanded to be heard. She’d never have reached her full potential beneath his iron-fisted upbringing. Even Kronus knew that. He was envious of everything she’d become without him, and how happy she’d been in spite of having nothing but her drive to keep her going all these years. Kronus cursed himself for all he’d failed to do by her, but also wondered if he’d even still want Kyra without that clever, headstrong mind of hers.
He thought how his soldiers had never seen him act tenderly towards another, or even associate with a human during his visits to Earth in the years before they’d invaded. Rumors had been aplenty following his arrival on Invasion Day, but he’d soon quashed them and then made sure to never show that side of himself again. Kronus had hardened, grown disinterested and less humane with every passing year, and wished he’d known how to deal with the almost instant demolition of those walls when happenstance had brought Kyra Millan back to him.
“How long?” he barked, having realized a good few minutes had passed while he was deep in thought, and he turned to find his men all waiting patiently for him in the doorway. They were stood to attention, dressed in their black combats, and geared up—ready for any action that might come their way.
“We didn’t want to disturb you,” Domo said, and he tossed Kronus his armored jacket. His Master Protector was incredibly wise, but also very opinionated, even if he didn’t actually say much. By leaving his leader alone with his thoughts, Domo had let Kronus internally analyze all the things he didn’t want to say aloud. None would dare try to make him see sense or learn his lessons, but he could certainly beat himself up aplenty when left alone with his thoughts, and that was often how Domo chose to teach his young King the error of his ways. The two men of very few words worked well together, until matters of the heart had eaten the unlikely one of them alive, and only then had the King come to realize just how much he relied on the faithful service of those he’d brought to Earth with him. “New Delhi?” Domo asked, and his deep grey eyes shone despite the darkness.
“New Delhi,” Kronus agreed, and the group set off for the loading dock at the rear of the huge house. None of them said a word, and while he appreciated it, Kronus suddenly hated the silence. It made his mind wander. He went over the information Thrayke had relayed again, and tried to make sense of the knowledge that Kyra had disobeyed his orders and stayed in the city with the rebel scumbag, Tuka. Her fellow treacherous comrade, Gage, was back at
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