The Prince and the Pilot...part 1
The ballroom of the Castle of Lions was bursting at the seams with
guests and more were arriving still. It was Princess Allura's birthday
and it was being celebrated with a royal ball. Most of the guest had
arrived and the Scribes were currently making their way in.
"Certainly nothing like a harem party but it'll do!" Dom giggled as she
handed her give to Allura to a servant to be placed with the rest of the
gifts.
The Scribes made a stunning group, each wearing a gown specifically
designed for them. Undoubtably they would be among the belles of the
ball.
"You made it!" Devana made her way over to her friends.
"Devana!" The Scribes all hugged her in turn. "Where's Sven?"
"He had to make a trip to Earth for a Garrison conference." Devana
sighed. "I miss him."
"Announcing Crown Prince Lotor of Planet Doom," a guard's voice rouse
above those of the guests.
Lotor walked in dressed in his regal best. A hush came over the room as
he approached Allura and place a jeweled tiara on her head. He then
gently took her hand in his and kissed it. Allura blushed as Lotor
filtered his way into the crowd of guests.
"Beautifully done," Devana hugged her brother.
"I thought it went rather well," Lotor smirked.
"Crown Prince Bandor of Pollux." the guards voice was once again heard.
The Scribes glanced at each other, remember the comotion that happened
the last time they were on Pollux.
"His sister, the Princess Romelle..."
"Looks like she got a new girdle for the occasion," Devana remarked.
Romelle's dress still looked ready to split at the waist in spite of it.
"...and her Consort and husband: the Prince Stefan."
A gasp so light only Lotor and the Scribes could hear it came from
Devana. Prince Stefan very strongly resembled Sven.
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FYI, this takes place after Tam and Michelle's story. I just didn't want
to wait for them to finish to start writing.
Devana
The Prince and the Pilot...part 2
"Devana!" Dom poked her. "You're staring!"
"Sorry," Devana broke her gaze from the Prince Consort of Pollux, "I'm a
bit in shock I guess."
"Not me!" Gina spoke, "It figures the guy looks like Sven. Heck, I'm
sure Romelle calls him Sven. Bandor must have paid out one hefty dowry
to get his sister married off."
The Scribes all nodded. There was certainly no love for his bride in the
eyes of Prince Stefan. As a matter of fact, his eyes were doing alot of
wandering through the ballroom. Stefan didn't seem to have any interest
in his new bride.
"Lotor, Devana," Romelle cooed as she dragged Stefan over to where they
stood, "I don't believe you've met my husband."
"No, we haven't had the pleasure," Lotor stuggled to be civil. He did
not want Romelle anywhere near him.
"Then I shall introduce myself," Stefan took Devana's hand in his,
ignoring the glare he recieved from Romelle, "I am Stefan, Prince
Consort of Pollux."
Devana thought something went wrong with her ears. Stefan spoke with an
accent identical to Sven's.
"And I," Lotor spoke, "am Lotor, Crown Prince of Planet Doom and heir to
it's empire. The young woman whose had you hold is my sister."
"Sister?" Stefan's eyes seemed to flicker for a moment.
"By my mother," Lotor smiled.
"I'm Devana, Lieutenant Devana Gravas of the Galaxy Alliance."
Stefan raised her hand to his lips and kissed it. "The pleasure is all
mine. May I request the honor of the first dance?"
"With the absence of my sister's paramour the first dance falls to me,"
Lotor smiled then led Devana onto the dance floor.
"Another time then," Stefan smiled, the malice in his eyes missed by
all....except for Tamy.
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And that's part 2! Hope everyone is enjoying this!! I'm off to a bit of
a slow start.
Devana
The Prince and the Pilot...part 3
It had been a few weeks since Allura's birthday ball and life was back
to normal for the Scribes. Well, except for one small detail....
"Tacos! I want some tacos!" Tamy was not happy. The nearest Taco Bell
was on Arus and Devana always brought her a bunch of tacos, nachos,
mexican pizza, and whatever else on the menu she wanted. Only thing is
Devana hadn't been making her regular trips to Doom to see her brother
so Tamy was going without her favorite food.
Tamy stormed into Lotor's room, "Are you fighting with your sister
again? Why hasn't she been visiting?"
Lotor looked up from a stack of old letters from his mother he'd been
looking at, "I don't know why she hasn't been visiting. You'd think with
Sven off at that conferance she'd be here more often...not less."
"Sire," a guard briefly stepped into the room, "There's a transmission
coming in from Arus on your private channel."
"Finally!" Lotor exclaimed, "Put my sister through. I'll take the
transmission in here."
The guard looked slightly confused but bowed and did as he was told.
"Lance?" Lotor was not happy to find the image on the screen wasn't
Devana's. "What do you want?"
"Would you mind telling Devana to get back to Arus? Nanny has been
giving us heck about letting Allura fly the Blue Lion again." Lance was
making the communication as brief as possible to aviod detection by
Zarkon.
"Lance, Devana's not here," Tamy spoke.
"But she hasn't been on Arus for a few weeks." Lance was dumbfounded.
"Devana wouldn't just take off." Lotor growled, he was very protective
of his sister.
"No, she wouldn't." Tamy whispered, this was not looking good at all.
"Ok, we'll call in a report to Galaxy Garrison," Lance said, "I hate to
say it but it looks like something happened."
Tamy slipped out of the room and left Lotor and Lance to finish. This
didn't seem real. Devana....missing. What could have happened? Where was
she?
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I think things will start to pick up a bit now. ;-)
Devana
The Prince and the Pilot...part 4
Devana paced in the small cell. Over the time she'd been here her eyes
had adjusted to the darkness though not enough to identify her captor.
She knew she'd been here several days at least.
"I have to get out of here," she spoke aloud if only to remind herself
she was still alive.
"Allow me to make you an offer before you try to escape," the voice that
was so similar to her Sven's came out of the surrounding darkness.
"Prince Stefan," she wasn't surprised, though he wasn't the first she
suspected, "why have you kidnapped me."
"I feared you wouldn't come willingly," he turned the lights on, making
Devana squint as her eyes adjusted.
"What do you want?"
"I want you to be the mistress of my harem."
"What?" this Devana had not expected. "You brought me here to tell me
that? Kept me prisoner for days maybe even weeks?"
"Did not your own brother run off with a number of his Scribes?" Stefan
countered, justifying his action in his own eyes.
"They wanted him!!"
"And you don't want me?" his voice deepened as he approached her.
Devana's pulse raced as he drew nearer, her body reacting to a physical
attraction while her mind screamed for Sven.
I'm in big trouble...real big. Devana gulped.
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Stefan wants a harem!!! Will Devana be rescued or will she succumb to
Stefan's charms? Contributions welcome!!
Devana
The Prince and the Pilot..part 5
Sven dropped his bags in front of the door to his room in the Castle of
Lions. It had been one long conference. He had missed the Princess's
birthday ball...and well, he couldn't wait to see Devana again. At least
he had heard that Romelle had gotten married in his absence. That was
good for him and Devana...bad for the poor guy that married Romelle.
Sighing he punched his access code into the keypad and entered. Glancing
around the large room he smiled when he spotted the outline of a female
form on his bed.
"Baby, what would I ever do without you?" he bent down to open his bags
and unpack. "Go crazy probably."
He started pulling clothes out of the travel bags and soon felt feminine
hands rubbing his back.
"We have alot of lost time to make up for don't we?" Sven groaned, he
wanted Devana very badly just then.
"Too much time to make up for my love."
Sven's eyes widened. That was NOT Devana's voice. He whirled around.
"Romelle!" he hollered. "Get out of my room and go back to your
husband!"
"Oh Stefan won't care," she pouted. "He never pays me any attention
anyway."
Sven then pushed her out of his room and locked the door as he shut it.
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For once there was no activity among the Scribes. They sat and watched
Lotor paced the floor.
"Two weeks and still nothing," he growled, "Nothing!"
"Sire," a guard bowed as he stepped into the harem. "There's a woman
here to see you."
"I told you before, I will see no one until my sister is found." the
Prince of Doom's eyes flashed in anger.
"Yes sire, I informed her of this and she refuses to leave!" the guard
shook in fear, Prince Lotor's temper was not one to be crossed.
"I will see no one!" he shouted. "No one!"
"I came from Earth as soon as I heard about Devana," an attractive human
woman in her forties stepped into the Harem, "I don't believe you'd send
me away."
Lotor signaled the guard to leave, the woman remained where she was
standing.
"Mother," Lotor hugged her tightly. "You shouldn't be here."
"Don't be ridiculous," Tarla Gravas scolded her son, "I need to be
here."
"I'll make sure Father doesn't find out you're here. I swear it."
Tarla nodded, "Now, let's see about finding your sister."
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Ta da!! Lotor and Devana's mother is here!! This should complicate
things quite nicely.
Devana
The Prince and the Pilot...part 6
Devana took a deep breath and neatly sidestepped Stefan.
"But Romelle...she's your wife."
"In name only." Stefan smiled, "Bandor had enough to pay out to get me to marry her...no amount of money is worth bedding her."
Devana couldn't argue that one.
"Would you at least let me contact my family and let them know I'm alright? They must be worried sick by now," Devana pleaded, "Please?"
"Certainly," Stefan smiled, certain he'd win her over.
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I was going to make this post longer but I'm falling asleep. Sorry for the delay on the story. Been busy arguing with my new connection. Looks like it's working now!!
Devana