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Though I had studied some of Earth’s sordid history, I had not actually met a human in person. This Gwen Mitchell was nothing like I expected…she was wild and full of fire.
She wasn’t very tall, at least not set against my towering frame, but her shape reminded me of the Gorud trees back home. Wide shoulders and large breasts gave way to a thinner waist which was only a quick stop on the way to large, rounded hips and thick shapely legs. Her form was as fierce as her temper. I found that wildly intriguing.
Gwen watched me with sharp brown eyes, but her tongue rested quiet in her mouth. Part of me wanted her to part those thick curved lips and give me another lashing. The weight of her stare was a shock to my system, and I began to pace the room rather than stand still under her scrutiny.
After a few moments, she pushed her tangled golden-brown hair out of her face with a sigh and resigned herself to walk over to the wall and lean against it. It would have looked like a sign of defeat, if she hadn’t stubbornly crossed her arms and continued to glare at the room. I had a feeling nothing broke her spirit, much like the wild river steeds that raced through Chartership back home.
It inexplicably bothered me to see her with her back to the wall, a caged animal even in this lavish bedroom.
“Tell me about yourself.” The command came unbidden, as if temporary madness had arrested my brain. I’d just squirmed under her watchful stare, and now I was inviting her to speak and invade my space further.
“Sorry to break this to you, King, but I’m not one of your subjects. You can’t command me to do anything.” She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms more firmly against her body… an action which pushed up her ample bosom until it was impossible to ignore, even hidden beneath the combat suit.
I blinked, unused to being spoken to thus. Yet, again, I was more amused and intrigued than anything else.
“I was not commanding you to do anything. I simply thought it would be nice to learn something about you. Something other than the fact that you’re an argumentative human with very poor judgment.” I forced my voice and expression to remain neutral. It wouldn’t do to goad her… much.
“I’m not telling you anything. You’re as bad as the tentacled monstrosity that kidnapped me.”
“I’d argue I’m slightly better than a tentacled monstrosity.” I moved slowly in a circle, giving Gwen a full view of my body. “See, not a single tentacle to be found.”
“Who knows what you’re hiding under that robe,” she scoffed.
Facing her again, I let myself grin this time. “If you want to see what’s beneath my clothes, all you need do is ask. There is little need to be coy about your desires.”
“I suppose being a king you’re used to people falling all over themselves to please you, huh? Well, guess what, I’m not that kind of woman. Go drop your pants for someone else, why don’t you? I’m sure whatever alien craziness you’re packing isn’t compatible with my equipment anyway.” She pointed at my crotch and lifted one eyebrow suggestively.
Magl’on grunted in anger, stomping forward but halting as soon as I lifted my hand to cease his advance. “She is a rude one, isn’t she, Magl’on?”
“Rude because I speak my mind and don’t bow down to your greatness?”
“My greatness.” Placing a hand against my hearts, I smiled beatifically. “To know me so little and yet see the truth of who I am. I’m infinitely flattered.”
“I was being sarcastic. Is that not a concept you have on your planet?”
It was my turn to quirk up an eyebrow. “Sarcastic… no, I can’t say that’s something I’m familiar with.”
“Do you ever say something you don’t really mean just to make a point?”
“Perhaps… every now and then. But only in the service of my people.”
“Wow, you sound like every Earth politician ever. Lie for their own good. Lie to keep them blind and stupid and happy.”
“You did not specify lying, only being sarcastic. Saying something I don’t explicitly mean to make a point. Lying is a complete untruth.”
“Yeah, well, misleading people for your end goals isn’t much better. But, let me explain this better. Sarcasm is… using words you don’t mean so you can mock a person or concept or, well, anything.”
“Mock?” I walked a few paces closer, feeling Magl’on mirror my movement.
“Make fun of,” Gwen shrugged. “This is too complicated. I just want to go home.” She slumped to the floor, defeat washing over her.
I understood her feelings. I, too, just wanted to go home.
“You can make it through this, Gwen Mitchell of Earth.” I stepped closer. Magl’on grunted in disapproval. I ignored him, dropping to a crouch once I was arm’s length from the woman. “This is not inevitable death, this tournament. You simply need the right warrior at your side.”
“Do the human women get to pick their partners?” She blinked up at me, a kernel of hope in her voice.
