Zeyder's eyes fluttered open, his purple irises trembling as he took in the opulent surroundings. The lavish chamber enveloped him in warmth, the scent of sandalwood and vanilla wafting through the air. Soft golden light spilled from crystal chandeliers, casting intricate shadows on the walls.
As he stumbled out of bed, the plush velvet carpet beneath his feet seemed to swallow his footsteps, its softness a gentle caress. The room spun around him, and he grasped the bedpost to steady himself, the cool wood a comforting anchor. His injury, once a constant reminder of his battles against the zergs, had vanished. The scars that once marred his skin were now smooth, unblemished.
Zeyder approached the window, the morning light casting an ethereal glow on his reflection. The glass felt cool against his fingertips as he rubbed the mist away, revealing a face that was no longer his. The tank top with a turtle neck he wore seemed out of place amidst the grandeur, its soft fabric a gentle rustle against his skin.
With a deep breath, he opened the door, peeking into the empty hallway. The silence was oppressive, punctuated only by the soft hum of the palace's hidden machinery and the faint scent of old parchment. The air was heavy with anticipation, like the moment before a storm breaks.
A melodic sound beckoned him - running water, echoing through the corridors like a siren's call. The gentle gurgle grew louder, drawing him in with its soothing rhythm. He followed it, his footsteps echoing off the marble floors, the sound resonating through his very being.
As he turned a corner, the majestic golden door came into view, adorned with celestial scriptures and an ethereal wing. The door seemed to shimmer, its surface transforming from gold to black, with silver accents and a lock. The metal felt cool against his fingertips as he reached out to touch it.
A sour taste lingered in his mouth, like grapes. He couldn't recall how he ended up here or why his mouth tasted of fermented fruit. The memory of her flesh, soft and yielding, flashed through his mind, leaving him breathless.
The door opened slowly, revealing a large room shrouded in mystery. Curtains obscured his view, their soft folds whispering secrets. The sound of running water ceased, replaced by an expectant hush.
The king's voice echoed, "Has she gotten comfortable enough?" The deep timbre resonated through Zeyder's chest, commanding attention.
Zeyder stiffened, his spine straightening instinctively as the king's tone triggered a familiar reflex. His muscles tensed, conditioned to respond to the authoritative voice that always preceded commands or battle cries. His heart rate quickened, and his senses heightened, ready to respond to the impending order.
A man responded, his voice laced with reverence, "Yes... He's in the new room. But that strange being has healing powers."
The king's command followed, his voice unwavering. "Move him to her, change his rank. He'll guard her." The words hung in the air, heavy with consequence
I stood frozen, my mind reeling. What did the king mean? Who was this strange being, and why was I chosen to guard her? I remained outside, unnoticed by the king and commander.
Still hidden from view, Zeyder wondered what made him worthy of this assignment. What skills did he possess that made him suitable to protect this mysterious being? He retreated to his room, footsteps echoing through the corridors.
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I Became A Mother Goddess In Planet XXX
FantasySUMMERY:- A scientist who travels space amongst other scientist, in fact, the only female to travel as a space scientist. Going from plant to planet, studying life and creatures. But this planet, she were sent alone, having there been no sign of cre...
