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The King's Claim

by @glacierraven
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11 chapters
~28 min read

When the starship *Odyssey* crashes on a savage world, its human survivors are captured by the planet's dominant species: a race of formidable, primal warriors. To secure their freedom, the crew's leader must survive the brutal claim of the alien king who has chosen her.

MEET THE CHARACTERS

Captain Drina Vance

Captain Drina Vance

A 32-year-old expedition leader with sharp green eyes and a lean, capable frame hardened by command. Her uniform is torn at the shoulder from the crash, revealing a darkening bruise that matches the stubborn set of her jaw. She moves with a scientist's precision, but her gaze holds the desperate calculation of someone who just lost her ship and crew.

Dorrlon Krevin

Dorrlon Krevin

The alien chieftain who first claimed the crashed vessel, standing nearly seven feet tall with corded muscle that moves beneath sun-bronzed skin marked with intricate, ash-gray tribal scars. His hair is a wild, dark mane tied back with leather and bone, and his eyes are the startling gold of a jungle predator. He wears minimal hide armor, every movement radiating a silent, effortless power that dominates the clearing.

Dr. Leo Finch

Dr. Leo Finch

The ship's 28-year-old xenobiologist, with wire-frame glasses perched on a nose frequently sunburned and intelligent, anxious eyes. His hands, usually steady for delicate sample work, now fidget constantly. He’s the smallest of the surviving crew, which makes him seem even more like prey among the towering aliens.

Rhykar

Rhykar

Dorrlon's second-in-command, slightly younger but no less imposing, with a long, pale scar cutting across his ribcage. His gaze is more openly intense and assessing than his chieftain's, often lingering on the human captives with a blend of suspicion and a hunter's appraisal. He smells of damp earth and the sharp, clean scent of the jungle's resinous trees.

Lieutenant Anca Petrovich

Lieutenant Anca Petrovich

The 26-year-old security officer, her auburn hair escaping a tight braid, knuckles scraped raw from the crash. She holds herself with a fighter's coiled readiness, her blue eyes constantly scanning for weakness, for an escape route. The alien warriors watch her most closely, recognizing a fellow fighter, however outmatched.

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