In Love with the Stars

— Is this a joke? — I asked, looking at the dark-haired handsome man who so suddenly burst into my apartment.

— No, — he shook his head. — You’re the last of the ruling Galhons, and it is you who must restore our world.

Involuntarily, my gaze stopped on the other “guests.” They stood, pressing their palms to their hearts and lowering their heads.

— My subjects show honor to their princess, — the man explained.

— And you—why are you behaving like this? Where is the proper respect for the “ruling person”?

— You and I are equals. I’m the heir of the elders’ line, and it is me who is soon destined to become your husband.

I was stunned by that statement, and in a hoarse voice I managed to say:

— You know, I thought… I’m living quite well on Earth.

The answer was a deadly look…