Chapter : Rafe

They were alive, but Rafe found himself less than excited by the method. Saved by his mother and cousin. Fucking again. The Zoll'a's tractor beam proved strong enough to pull them out of the planet's orbit. A good thing, too, because with a chunk of the ship gone, sheared clean off, they wouldn't have made it on their own.

It didn't help his already foul mood that, when he stepped off his ship, he was met with cheers. At least a hundred or more of the crew and passengers had assembled, and they chanted.

"The chosen one has returned. The chosen one will lead us. Hail the prince."

Repeat.

He almost wished he'd been left behind on the planet.

Then he manned up and mentally slapped himself. Adulation might not be his thing, but giving up was even worse.

It is only right they worship their soon-to-be king.

A king without a kingdom or a crown.

For now.