I let out a shaky breath, hand quivering as I stepped around my ship. The men outside speaking in a foreign language, it sounded like baby blabbering, peculiar- truly. My pants had rips all throughout the bottom of them, my shirt dirtied and one of the sleeves on the verge of being torn off. The wreck of my space craft had been infiltrated by these alien species, whom left a slimy trail wherever their leathery limbs touched.

I limp weakly, I didn’t know where i was heading, just as long as it wasn’t near the aliens unknowingly approaching, my hand turning red from holding the open wound on my side, a screwdriver sticking out of it. My vision blurred, the silouhette of a man not far infront of me, approaching with speed as my legs ultimately gave out, my eyes shutting with my last thought a hope for safety.

Upon my awakening, the sharp throbbing pain in my torso had all since faded, replaced with the feeling of a soft fabric on it. I blink the sleep out of my eyes, sitting up with a groan, my eyes adjusting to the light as I yawned, stretching my arms. Only then did I remember I wasn’t on my ship anymore, floating in the endless abyss of space, no, I was in a comfortable little bed, in the middle of a large room, with a complete stranger sleeping on my bedside.

I take a deep inhale, holding my breath as I slowly slipped out of bed, tip toeing to escape the large room, but the floorboard beneath me creaked when I was nearly out the door, awakening the man who slept with his head against the bed. He quickly stood up, reaching a hand out, his wavy golden hair dishevelled from the restless nap he’d just had. “Wait!” He exclaimed, running up towards me, placing a calloused hand on my shoulder. “You can’t leave yet, my servants are fixing your spacecraft.” He explained, my mouth went dry. “So… I’m stuck here?” I began, still trying to comprehend.

“Yeah, pretty much” he didn’t seem to feel very bad for me, rather he looked quite happy. Now that he wasn’t face down on that bed, I’d realised he was human, or atleast- he looked human. “Are you from earth too?” I asked, nibbling on the inside of my cheek.

“Earth..?” He asked, looking awfully confused. “No.. I don’t think so?” He said unsure of himself. “I was born here, I’m apart of the royal family, all royalty looks like me, like you” he spoke, gesturing to himself, then to me. I furrow my eyebrows. “Am I magically going to become royalty now?” I ask, joking of course, but he just nodded enthusiastically. “So you’re understanding now” he spoke with a smile, causing my jaw to drop. “You’re kidding right? I was joking.” I spoke, but he shook his head. “I don’t know what this joke thing you speak of is, but you are royalty now!” He spoke welcomingly. Typically, I’d probably agree to any offer making me royalty, but I didn’t know their ways, what if that meant like ancient Egypt when I’m killed with my loved ones just because one of them died? No way in hell was I dealing with that.

“So royalty.. what do you do as a royal here?” I asked.

The end I can’t be fucked writing anymore!