Page 21 of Alien Prince (Alien Abductions and Seductions #1)

Chapter 7

First Interaction with Prince Ryler

The grand ballroom was a world apart from the quiet dignity of the council chamber—a riot of color, laughter, and vibrant energy that filled the air and pulsed through me as soon as I stepped into the fray of the dance floor. Twinkling lights cascaded from the ornate ceiling, casting playful shadows that danced across the floor with the beat of the music. The rhythms were hypnotic, a blend of intergalactic and classical melodies that seemed to call every fiber of me to move, to let go.

I smoothed my gown as it brushed softly against my skin, its elegance making me feel both regal and just a little exposed. The back of the dress swooped low leaving no room for a bra underneath. The scents around me were intoxicating—a mix of blooming starflowers and the rich aroma of gourmet dishes served on polished trays. My senses felt heightened, alive to every detail, as laughter and lively conversation echoed off the ornate walls, filling the space with warmth and camaraderie.

Floating holograms drifted above us, depicting artists and dancers performing holographic masterpieces that left the crowd in awe. I was captivated by it all, taking in the blend of traditional and high-tech, when a figure appeared in my peripheral vision, approaching with the kind of confidence that pulled everyone’s gaze.

Prince Ryler.

He had a magnetic presence, a casual elegance that made his tailored outfit seem almost incidental. His light jewel-toned eyes sparkled with an easy warmth, and as he drew closer, I caught the faint, spicy scent of his cologne, subtle but unmistakably alluring.

“Maisie, isn’t it?” he asked, his voice a smooth invitation wrapped in charm. “I’ve heard impressive things about your work with I.R.M.A.”

I felt a flutter in my chest. His charisma was infectious, and I had to steady myself as I replied, “Thank you, Prince Ryler. It’s wonderful to finally meet you.”

He extended his hand, and I took it, noting the gentle warmth and strength of his grip. “The pleasure is all mine,” he said, his tone playful yet sincere. “I must say, your reputation precedes you.” He bent slightly to place a soft kiss on my knuckles before releasing my hand.

I felt a subtle warmth rise to my cheeks. “All good things, I hope,” I replied with a light laugh.

“Mostly,” he teased, a mischievous glint in his gemstone eyes. “Though I did hear you're quite the formidable negotiator. Should I be concerned?”

“Only if you're hiding something,” I shot back, raising an eyebrow.

He chuckled. “In that case, perhaps I should tread carefully.”

“Perhaps,” I agreed, a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. “But where's the fun in that?” I covered my mouth in surprise at the very unprofessional commentary.

“Exactly my thoughts,” he said, leaning in conspiratorially. “Tell me, have you had a chance to explore much of our fair planet?”

“Not as much as I'd like,” I admitted. “My schedule has been quite packed since I arrived earlier today.”

“Well, that's a tragedy we must rectify,” he declared. “I'd be honored to give you a personal tour.”

“Is that a standard diplomatic courtesy?” I asked, tilting my head.

“Only for distinguished guests,” he replied smoothly. “And those who look stunning in royal purple gowns.”

I laughed softly. “Flattery will get you everywhere, Prince Ryler.”

“That's the idea,” he said with a wink.

The conversation flowed effortlessly from there, Ryler’s charm and animated gestures drawing me in. His curiosity seemed genuine, his questions moving seamlessly from diplomacy to art, music, and our shared interests.

“So, what inspired you to join I.R.M.A.?” he asked, genuinely intrigued.

“I've always believed in the power of connection,” I explained. “Growing up, I saw how misunderstandings could lead to unnecessary conflict. I wanted to be a bridge between worlds.”

“A noble pursuit,” he said thoughtfully. “It's rare to find someone so dedicated to unity.”

“What about you?” I inquired. “What drives a prince to mingle so freely among his guests?”

He grinned. “Oh, I find the royal protocols dreadfully dull. I'd much rather be here, engaging in real conversations.”

“Careful,” I teased. “Someone might overhear and report you for dereliction of duty.”

“Let them,” he said with a carefree shrug. “Life's too short to be spent entirely on ceremony.”

I couldn’t help but laugh along with him as he recounted a story about sneaking out of the palace to attend a street festival incognito.

“The look on the guards' faces when they finally found me was priceless,” he said, his eyes sparkling with mirth.

“I can only imagine,” I replied. “You seem to have a knack for adventure.”

“Adventure makes life interesting,” he said. “Speaking of which, would you care to join me for one sometime?”

“Are you proposing we sneak out of the palace?” I asked playfully.

“Only if you're up for it,” he challenged gently.

Before I could respond, a server paused beside us with a tray of delicate pastries and vibrant treats, their aromas too tempting to resist. Ryler noticed my glance and offered his arm.

“Shall we indulge?” he suggested.

“Lead the way,” I agreed.

He guided me to a nearby lounge area. We sank into the plush seating, a quiet retreat from the lively crowd. A cascading fountain nearby glowed softly, casting a gentle mist that cooled the warm air around us. The cushions beneath me were impossibly soft, adding a layer of comfort to this surreal evening.

Ryler selected a pastry topped with a shimmering glaze and handed it to me. “Try this. It's a local favorite.”

I took a bite, the flavors bursting on my tongue—sweet, tart, with a hint of spice. “This is incredible!”

“I knew you'd like it,” he said confidently. “So, Maisie, what brings you to the heart of our vibrant celebrations?”

I savored the last bit of the pastry before answering. “Well, officially, I'm here to strengthen diplomatic relations between our worlds. But personally, I'm eager to experience your culture firsthand.”

“An admirable goal,” he replied. “And how are you finding it so far?”

“Enchanting,” I admitted, glancing around. “There's so much beauty here—in the architecture, the art, the people.”

He smiled warmly. “We take great pride in our heritage. It's wonderful to see it through fresh eyes.”

I leaned forward slightly. “Tell me more about your role here. Beyond the charm and the adventure, what does Prince Ryler do?”

He chuckled softly. “Ah, putting me on the spot, are we? Well, I focus on cultural initiatives—promoting the arts, supporting educational programs, that sort of thing.”

“That explains your appreciation for the festival and the arts,” I noted.

“Indeed,” he said. “I believe that culture is the soul of a nation. It's what connects us beyond politics and economics.”

“I couldn't agree more,” I said earnestly. “Art has a way of transcending barriers.”

He regarded me thoughtfully. “You know, you're not like most diplomats I've met.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And what are they like?”

“Formal, reserved, sometimes a bit... stiff,” he said with a grin. “You, on the other hand, are refreshingly genuine.”

“Well, I believe in being authentic,” I replied. “It's easier than keeping up pretenses.”

“A philosophy I wholeheartedly support,” he said, lifting his glass in a small toast. “To authenticity.”

“To authenticity,” I echoed, clinking my glass softly against his.

We sipped our drinks, a pleasant silence settling between us. The soft melody of the music, the gentle glow of the fountain, and the warmth of Ryler's presence created an atmosphere that felt both intimate and relaxed.

He set his glass down and leaned back. “So, if you weren't an ambassador, what do you think you'd be doing?”

I considered the question. “Perhaps I'd be a writer. I love stories—the way they can transport you to different worlds, different perspectives.”

“Fascinating,” he said. “Maybe you can share some of your imagination with me sometime.”

“Maybe I will,” I replied. “What about you? If you weren't bound by royal duties, what path might you have taken?”

He gazed thoughtfully into the distance. “I've always been drawn to exploration. There's so much of the universe we haven't seen. I think I'd be an adventurer, charting unknown territories.”

“That sounds exhilarating,” I said. “And a bit dangerous.”

He flashed a daring smile. “What's life without a little risk?”

“Safe?” I suggested playfully.

“Safe can be overrated,” he countered. “Don't you think?”

“Perhaps,” I conceded. “But it has its merits.”

He leaned in closer. “Maybe I can convince you to step outside your comfort zone.”

I met his gaze, a spark of intrigue flickering between us. “Is that a challenge, Prince Ryler?”

“Consider it an invitation,” he said softly.

Before I could respond, the music shifted to a slower, more melodic tune. He stood and offered his hand once more. “Care to dance?”

I hesitated for just a moment before placing my hand in his. “I'd love to.”

He led me to the dance floor, where couples were swaying gracefully to the music. As we moved together, I was acutely aware of the closeness—the gentle pressure of his hand on my back, the way our steps synchronized effortlessly.

“You're a natural,” he complimented.

“You're not so bad yourself,” I replied, smiling.

He chuckled. “Flattery will get you everywhere, Ambassador.”

As the song continued, we fell into comfortable conversation.

“Tell me more about Earth,” he requested. “What's something you'd want me to experience if I visited?”

“Aside from our excellent coffee?” I joked.

He laughed. “Yes, aside from that.”

“Hmm,” I pondered. “I'd take you to see the northern lights. There's something magical about them—waves of color dancing across the sky.”

“That does sound enchanting,” he said appreciatively.

“And perhaps a bustling city, to experience the energy and diversity,” I added. “There's a vibrancy that's hard to describe.”

“Well, you've certainly piqued my interest,” he said. “Perhaps a diplomatic visit is in order.”

“I'll see what I can arrange,” I replied with a wink.

The song drew to a close, and he reluctantly released me from his hold.

“Thank you for the dance,” I said.

I chuckled, feeling at ease with him despite myself. “I’m here to build bridges and foster understanding between our worlds. Though, I have to admit, I’m enjoying the festivities a lot more than I expected.”

His laugh was a warm, easy sound, full of mischief. “Well, you’re doing a fantastic job so far. I hope you’re not too busy to accept a proper invitation.” He leaned in, his voice dropping to a playful murmur. “After the event, perhaps you’d join me for a private dance?”

The invitation caught me off guard, and I felt my cheeks flush. His expression was both sincere and teasing, and I could feel the subtle tension in the air between us. “I’d be honored,” I replied, savoring the taste of excitement that lingered in my words.

We parted, the last vestiges of his touch sending a soft thrill through me. Everything else melted into a beautiful blur—the lights, the laughter, the music—all blending into a warm backdrop. Perhaps the effervescent drinks were a bit stronger than I had thought.

I found myself drawn in by Ryler’s effortless charm. He was a mix of playfulness and intrigue. I realized this night held more than just diplomatic success.