My Alien Prince: Claimed by the Atrexu (SciFi BBW Alien Romance) by Calista Skye Page A

Emperor, you shall not be forgotten.”
    “Thank you, Your Grace, but I only acted for the best of the Empire.”
    “Mhm.” The duke walked closer, and Emily felt her skin crawl when he looked her up and down. This was a very different man than Ar'Ric or Ev'Ax or even Ber'Ain. He was small and thin, but still somehow had a huge paunch that made his ill-fitting pink uniform stretch like a balloon. He had an unhealthy grayish skin tone in his bloated face, and pale, bulging, watery eyes that never met Emily's gaze. She didn't understand the alien language, but it was plain that this man did not have good things in mind for her. She was restrained by plastic straps around her wrists and ankles, still in her baggy, shapeless overalls.
    “So you think you'd be a princess, did you?” the duke said in remarkably clear English. “I fear your dreams will come to nothing. But you can be useful after all. I see you are surprised that I know your language! Ha ha. I suppose the quantum effects that can implement huge knowledge in a very short time is unknown to your little... hm... civilization. But fear not. After I become Emperor of Atrexu, I will, of course, annex your world into my empire. And they will be made aware of such marvels of technology. They may also be allowed to use them occasionally. No, don't say anything, it's not your place to do so,” he said as Emily drew breath to protest.
    She was not in any mood to be commanded. “I will speak whenever I want, dude. You have kidnapped me and are keeping me here against my will. Let me go and take me back to Ar'Ric.”
    The little man drew his hand back and leisurely slapped Emily across the face. “That's no way to talk to your betters, alien,” he said, very softly. “You have no idea how superior I am to you. I am a duke, unassailable. Everything I do is for the best of the Empire by definition. You are less than nothing. But still, you are in my way.”
    Emily was astounded to discover that aliens could have bad breath. This guy didn't seem alien at all, just creepy. “Really? How can a nothing like me be in the way of such a noble ... uh, being, as you?”
    “How indeed. I know Crown Prince Ar'Ric's plans for you. I will make sure they come to nothing, but I will use you to get rid of him as well. You will never be an Imperial Princess. Why, the very thought is repulsive, and every citizen of the Empire will agree. But first, I must show everyone that you are an alien. You look human, certainly, but I'm sure that once we uncover what lies underneath the surface, you will prove to be very alien indeed. I will then show you and your alien-ness to the Emperor, and he will disown Prince Ar'Ric and appoint me Heir Apparent in his stead. The Emperor hates aliens, and when he sees that his son has brought one to contaminate the royal line, his anger will know no bounds. But he must be shown just how repulsive and different you are. Your repulsive fatness is not sufficient, I think. The Emperor can be surprisingly hard to convince. I will have to... hmm... cut away your outer layers and show him your otherness. Then he will acquiesce to my request to be made his successor.”
    Emily felt her jaw drop. “Ar'Ric is a Prince?! ”
    “Oh, he's more than that. He's the Heir Apparent! He would be Emperor when his father dies. But now, I will thwart that fanciful arrangement and make sure that the Empire will be ruled by a true royal: me.”
    The little alien duke turned his back and gave some orders. Emily noticed that Ber'Ain looked even paler and more worried now. He asked the duke a question, and the tone of it seemed surprised and disbelieving. The duke answered something dismissively, and Ber'Ain stared at Emily as if in horror and abruptly left the room.
    The duke's bodyguards dragged Emily out of the huge hall.

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    T here was always a company of guards standing by at the Imperial Navy base in Gryd, and Prince Ar'Ric had alerted them and got them airborne, en route to