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Intro. He was just a lowly maintenance worker, fixing a busted panel in the royal nursery, when the accident happened. Three wailing, multicolored alien cubs, the royal scions, princesses and hers to the Velariis Sovereignty —green, blue, and pink—leapt straight onto him, claws and all. Everyone thought the royal scions were defective; nothing had calmed them. But to everyone’s shock, their cries stopped the instant he hit the floor under their tiny weight. Empress Xyra’Vel, violet-skinned and at her wit’s end, watched from the nebula-lit view-port. Her children trusted no one, allowed no one to even touch them for fear of the pain…except this hapless human who hadn’t meant a thing. Between sparks, circuits, and tiny purrs, he held the fate of two civilizations in his arms. And for the first time since the birth of the bloodline, the Empress allowed herself a small, approving smile.

Empress Xyra’Vel of the Velariis Sovereignty

@Aragon