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children at all times. She’d balked at his attempt to surround her with bodyguards, certain she would be safe while away from Mars since she had never been bothered or approached before. She’d lost that one battle, and had since resigned herself to her new shadows—
    Her guards! How could she have forgotten her guards? Where were they and how had this man gotten past them?
    God, don’t let them be lying dead somewhere!
    She slowly, deliberately took a step back from the man, meeting his eyes with a fearful, yet head-on gaze. “If you are not one of my father’s subjects, then you are truly a stranger. Who are you, and what do you want with me?”
    One confident stride narrowed the distance between them, bringing the intruder into her personal space. His air of unconscious command managed to set her teeth on edge even while it prodded the drowsing beast of her sexual need.
    “Again, I must apologize, Princess. Your beauty froze my words, else I would have made known myself, right away.”
    “Fine. Who the heck are you and how did you get past my guards?”
    The man executed a bow that was elegant and practiced. “I am Prince Glendevtorvas abri’ Chyya Quasharel, ruler of both Rb’qarm and—since the ending of a two hundred years’ war—also the planet Rb’nTraq . Your Chyya gave me a writ of passage. Your guards have been ordered home.”
    The elevated position of her visitor startled her. His name bore the Glen-syllable proclaiming his first-born status as heir like her own. This man ruled the home planet! The planet her father still spoke of with reverence mixed with greed. She had never heard of that second planet.
    At least that answered one of her questions. She had nothing this man didn’t already possess. Her status might equal his but she could never outrank him.
    She struggled to keep her eyes on the intruder’s face, resisting the urge to sneak another peek at the impressive bulge stretching the taut fabric of the man’s jeans. A good long look tempted her more than gathering information, but, hell. Duty called.
    “Welcome to Earth, Prince Glendevtorvas. I am sure my father is pleased you made this journey, but what are you doing here …in my bedroom?”
    The prince spoke a rapid sentence in Rb’qarmshi before he caught himself and switched to English. “I have come for you , Nnora.”
    His stark words hit her like a speeding train. She was no superwoman to sustain such a blow. Her heart tripped, threatening to pound its way out of her chest.
    “Ex—excuse me. What did you say?”
    Glendevtorvas chuckled, the sensuous rumble sounding downright dangerous to an already frazzled Nnora.
    “I have placed my claim upon you. Already have your father- Chyya and mine written our mating contracts—”
    “ What mating contracts?” The fine hairs on her shoulders rose up, the question growled between her grinding teeth.
    The prince ignored her less than flattering reaction and continued. “I can allow but a few minutes for you to choose things to bring. Or not.” He shrugged. “As my queen, have you the choice from the bounty of ten worlds—”
    The prince’s words sank in. She was shocked. She didn’t know whether to scream or laugh. Surely this was a monumental joke. She refused to believe her father had meant to use her as marriage bait. Please, God, she silently begged, don’t let this trip I have looked forward to so much be just a political ploy on my father’s part.
    “Prince Glendevtorvas, you are out of your egotistical mind if you believe I will just pack up and go anywhere with you. I don’t know you from… I don’t know you at all.
    “I don’t know how the females on Rb’qarm or Rb’nTraq are treated, and I’m not really sure about the status of those on Mars, but I do know one thing—I make my own decisions. I won’t allow any man, and that includes my father, that kind of power over my life. I—”
    “ You should do as you are told!” Glendevtorvas frowned down at