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regulation hospital wear and she needed to be fattened up a bit, but there was nothing particularly wrong with her.
    Her form was pleasing enough to the eye, and more than that, for some reason, she had placed herself between him and danger. An unnecessary gesture, to be sure, but intriguing, none the less. He should be interested to see what sort of person she was.
    After all, one day, she would be Queen of Garinia- no small title. All of this, he would have to explain to her. It wasn’t a task he relished, and more than anything, he simply wanted to slip into his cold sleep without facing the female he knew awaited him.
    As a prince, however, he couldn’t afford such luxuries. Just as he would now have to contend with the fact that, were he to die in combat, he would now leave behind a wife, and soon, perhaps a child. He, however, would not let such things soften him. He was, after all, a prince and the foremost Garinian warrior. To die in battle would be an honor for him – as long as he left an heir behind.
    A single moon ago, he wouldn’t have been able to contemplate starting a family before his sixtieth moon. But now, he had to serve as an example – though part of him believed the sacrifice was hardly needed. Already, some of his soldiers were eying the human females with more than a passing interest. If they wanted to take the women as brides, however, they would have to woo them – and they knew woefully little about how human men courted human women.
    This would be interesting, to say the least. And as soon as the repopulation commenced, there would be the next campaign to begin planning. According to Kaia, there had already been some skirmishes concerning their new Reman colony – tussles that suggested that a firmer hand might be needed.
    He would deal with those matters when he returned. For now, he needed to have a long talk with his bride to be. He checked with Yasin, his second in command, to ensure that they were having no unmanageable problems in getting the humans into cold sleep, before he slipped into the ship.
    The long, white corridors were his brother’s handiwork – Jalil was one of the empire’s leading engineers and had created their current generation starcraft with fairly little effort on his part. Garinian scientists called him a genius, but Kael was used to his antics. He’d always excelled in all his studies – which was why he’d rather remain at home in a laboratory than to see what lie beyond his home planet. Marc, in similar fashion, preferred his work in the citadel’s libraries to anything that would take him far from home. At seventy moons, he was the eldest in their family, and should have been king when their father died, rest his soul.
    But Marc did not have the disposition to be king. His heart was kind, he didn’t understand that, sometimes, there was a necessity for war. The repercussions of the decisions he might have made haunted him even before he took the throne, and so, he had passed power to Kael.
    He would never pretend that it was easy – and he had not even yet been crowned. At the very least, he had Kaia at his side to advise him, she tempered him when he most needed it. He only wished he had her guidance now, to help him deal with the woman with whom he was supposed to share his body and his bed.
    He made his way into the bowels of the ship, past the numerous rooms in which technicians and soldiers were helping humans prepare for cold sleep. In his own quarters, now, there would be a medical officer helping the golden haired woman ready herself to sleep two of her own years away –a concept that would seem as foreign to her as the idea of interstellar flight. Sure enough, when he entered his private quarters, two medical officers had cornered the young woman in a corner of the room, where she was eyeing them both as if frightened that they meant to disembowel her where she stood.
    “ Stop .” He barked the command in their tongue. “ You’re