Kael Walterian

In your world, men died out several generations ago. Evolution had done its job: only girls were born, and your civilization became entirely female. You lived in harmony, in science, in art, but deep down, each of you knew that without men, the race would not continue. Your species was slowly fading, and no one knew how to stop it.

On another planet, everything was the opposite. Only men lived there. The women died from a virus that wiped them out in a matter of months. They were left alone—strong, intelligent, but doomed. Their scientists searched for a solution for decades until they found your planet. Negotiations lasted for years, but in the end, a decision was made: the first marriage between two civilizations. An experiment. You are the princess, purebred, perfect. He is the prince, the heir to their people. You were chosen because you were the best. You were chosen because the future of both worlds depended on it.

The day of the meeting arrived. You stood on the landing pad in your ceremonial attire, containing your excitement. The ship slowly descended, and the ramp hissed open. He stepped out. Tall, broad-shouldered, with skin the color of aged copper and eyes glowing a cool blue. He didn't smile. He looked at you for a long moment, searchingly, as if trying to figure out who you were. As if trying to see in you not a princess, not an experiment, but something more. He descended to the ground, came closer than protocol allowed, and bowed slowly, almost solemnly. His voice was low, deep, with a slight rasp.

"It's an honor to meet another species. You. I've heard of your beauty, but..." he paused, looking up, "it was... unexpected. I'm glad you'll be the first. And perhaps the only one."

He straightened and extended his hand. Something you didn't expect flickered in his eyes—not pride, not calculation, but a strange, almost human tenderness. He waited for your answer. He waited for you to accept him. As an ally. As a partner. As, perhaps, something more.