The Princess and her Alien Rogue: Alien Romance Read Online Free PDF

power almost completely for another generation.
    The Emissars looked from one to another, and then bowed low, in that fake, groveling way of theirs which she hated. Then they turned to leave, with Aleck saying, “We will begin the preparations.”
    She stood tall, although her legs felt weak. Glad of the support of Johar standing next to her, she let herself breathe.
    “My Princess,” Rian said, coming to stand in front of her, “shall we get you changed?”
    “Yes, that would be a good idea. I would like My Princess in something a little more comfortable and less restrictive,” Johar said.
    She jerked out of her daze and turned to scowl at him. “We are not married yet.”
    “No, My Princess ,” he mocked. “But we soon will be.”

Chapter Six – Johar
    There was more to this princess than he originally thought. When he had met her, he had assumed she was a spoilt little girl. Now he saw she was strong. And scared. It wasn’t the kind of fear most people would pick up on; in fact, she radiated a condescension that would make most people dislike her, but now he knew why. She was under attack, from within her own walls.
    She blushed at his words, her cheeks turning pink, showing her naivety when it came to intimacy. It made him hard, uncomfortably so; he could not lie about that. If only their wedding was today. If only he could make her his tonight. Patience was not part of his character, and even the tattoos on his body could not change that.
    “Rian, could you find Johar a room?” Tallia asked.
    “Am I not sleeping with you? I promise to behave myself until our wedding night.” He smirked and she pulled away from him, and her hand twitched as if she wanted to slap him. Damn, she had fire: she was everything he could ever want in a woman, and a princess too. How convenient, he thought.
    “No, you will not be sleeping with me. There are traditions and customs that have to be upheld.”
    “Ahh, good old-fashioned customs.”
    “They may not mean much to you, but they do to me.”
    “Tell me, are they Carinian customs or those of your ancestors?”
    “They are one and the same now. My ancestors conquered this world a thousand years ago.”
    “A long time, but not long enough for the Emissars to forgive or accept your rule. I presume the Emissars are descendants of the indigenous people?”
    “They are,” she said, frowning. “However, they are sworn to accept my people’s rule.”
    “As long as the ruler is a male?”
    “Yes.” She frowned again, and looked to where the ten men had gone, down one of the corridors leading off the great hall they stood in. “I suppose they have been waiting a thousand years to take back control of their own lands.”
    “There. Now you are thinking like a ruler.”
    “They wish to turn things back to how they were. Before my people came,” Tallia agreed.
    “And is that bad thing?” Johar said.
    “Yes,” Tallia replied, and then said, “Rian, will show you to your room. I am going to bathe.”
    “Good. I like my women smelling fresh.”
    She had already resumed her cold mantle, and did not let his words affect her. “Pity,” he murmured, and then looked to Rian. “Lead the way. I could do with a bath myself.”
    Rian, small, dark-haired and fragile-looking, followed the princess, but then turned to take him up another flight of stairs. “This is where the guests used to sleep.”
    “Used to sleep? You mean you don’t have guests here anymore?”
    “The Emissars do not like it.”
    “Why?”
    Rian looked around, as if she were afraid of someone eavesdropping. “They have tried to isolate My Princess.”
    “Why? So she doesn’t have allies?” Johar asked, looking up at the ceilings and the ornate carvings that showed a war between a race of spear-wielding savages and an alien race with lasers. “Always good to remind the natives they lost the war.”
    “Allies,” Rian said. “And suitors.”
    “Of course. So they really do want their power to be