Seminal

<p class=ql-align-center><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>I don't play the role of the kidnapped princess very well.</span></p><p class=ql-align-center><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>And I really hate the fated mates trope.</span></p><p class=ql-align-center><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Hello again I'm Eve Wakefield and I refuse to accept that I'm in love with an intergalactic moth prince.</span></p><p class=ql-align-center><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>No.</span></p><p class=ql-align-center><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>I don't care how handsome he is I don't want to marry him.</span></p><p class=ql-align-center><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>I don't care if his parents have a sentient spaceship capable of </span><em style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>eating </em><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>entire planets.</span></p><p class=ql-align-center><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Love is earned not swindled by pheromones.</span></p><p class=ql-align-center><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>I'm now trapped on a ship with an adorable cyborg bodyguard a golden toilet and relationship issues. There's the prince I'm supposed to marry the forest beast I fell in love with and the never-wears-clothes police officer with tentacles. I've also got a mother-in-law who looks like a giant millipede more macarons than I can eat and plenty of red lace lingerie made from alien moth blood.</span></p><p class=ql-align-center><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>I'm living in luxury but I will do </span><em style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>anything </em><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>to see Abraxas again.</span></p><p class=ql-align-center><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Even if that means giving in and becoming a princess in a gilded cage.</span></p><p class=ql-align-center><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>There's so much more to all of this than I first thought and I should've known better than to judge a man whose gaze is enough to knock me to my knees.</span></p><p class=ql-align-center><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Damn.</span></p><p class=ql-align-center><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>I might be wrong. I might be in love with more than one alien. I might also be dying. </span></p><p class=ql-align-center><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>And there's only one person who can fix this: </span><em style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>I need to be with Abraxas.</em></p><p class=ql-align-center><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>After that I'll worry about the possibility of becoming the next queen of the universe.</span></p><p class=ql-align-center><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>But let's be honest here: I don't miss being a caterer; being an alien queen is way more interesting.</span></p><p><br></p>