CHAPTER HUNDRED AND SEVENTY
**XAVIER'S POV**
Each morning for the last two weeks, I spent it looking after my wife and baby in the clinic, grateful for this gift.
My heart was full, Tessa was happy with me and our son was growing rapidly.
But during the days, I spent it training an army.
Back on earth, we never needed an army. With the nectar of the gods, humans were easier to control. Our armies were simply used to control, not combat, attack or kill.
But out here, strength was becoming more important than I thought. Why I'd neglected that important detail is something that'd hunt me forever.
Because of my lack of preparation, my child had been born two months too early and it could have been prevented.
Instead, I'd put my wife and child in danger and here I was, doing damage control.
We'd moved the tournament indefinitely, instead focusing on training everyone how to fight and defend our ship.
I walked into the arena that I'd transformed into a large gym with Tessa’s insistent help. She has been in the hospital all of this time, so I allowed her. It didn't take much energy from her so I didn't mind but I made sure she only did the light lifting.
“Good day your Majesty,” Zyx greeted as he saw me.
He looked sweaty and I knew he was driving everyone to their limits but it was also making him tired.
The guy was a stubborn monster beneath all that smile and cheer.
“Hello Zyx, how are they doing?” I asked, clapping his sweaty back.
“Zorvath Army!” He roared and they gave him a resounding, “YES SIR!”. “Show your King what you've learned this morning!” He commanded them and I folded my hands as I watched them fight as though they were in space which would be our battle ground if anything happened.
Dull knife stabs, knee kicks and unhooking masks of their sparring partners.
I have them a resounding clap, happy for their progress.
“Thank you Zyx, this is progress.” Then I walked deeper amongst the fifty thousand volunteers, men, women, both human and ky'rhans and inspected them.
“For the first time since we encountered each other, we're united, undivided by class, species or any other nonsensical ideas politicians had put in your minds. I'm happy I decided to stop carrying everything on my own and involving my people. You are all a part of our government, an integral part of it. If I'd done this earlier, my son, your prince wouldn't have been born prematurely so when you fight, remember you're making sure your wives have safe deliveries, your families are safe and no one can bring down the Zorvath Empire we're building!”
“YES SIR!” The resounded, and I was sure the entire ship could hear them.
“Great,” I said turning around to face my generals. “The equipments are finally complete so we can begin outside space training tomorrow afternoon,” I informed them and a resounding applause followed my retreat. “Zyx, Kaid and Lyra-en, come with me,” I commanded from the door.
I'd hoped against all hopes that the Draks didn't attack us again during this period. Besides making sure my wife and son were safe, I also needed to prepare for them. Whatever was left of their ship was integrated into ours, using it to close up some holes and making the ship stronger.
And as we walked towards the prison, I wondered what I'd find out from them.
I'd put off their interrogation, busy with other things and honestly, I just wanted them to stew in there a bit.
I put my palm on the security scanner, opening the third dungeon I'd had to create.
I hated this part of my position as king. When I was a prince, my orders were either kill or bring for judgment. It was my father that decided who was worthy of being punished for an amount of time before they'd be released and it was such a difficult decision.
Astrum was still there fighting with a cobra and sometimes I felt that was too much punishment since I specifically chose him for his loud mouth. But then, whenever I remember how he spoke about Tessa, I flare up again.
“Take them to the interrogation room, I'll join you soon,” I commanded my now generals, no longer councilmen. I didn't need those now, but generals, yes, those were important in times like this.
I didn't know what I might encounter at our home planet so having an army at hand didn't seem like a bad idea. Going in unprepared was definitely the wrong decision.
So for the next six weeks before we'd cross into our atmosphere, we'd focus on training in every way possible, not just to defend ourselves against Drakkonians but every other alien species known, including Ky’rhans.
I opened the door to Astrum’s dungeon, pressing a button that brought up his battered body.
“You have a good wife. Thank her when you get home,” I said to him, locking the door behind his crawling form.
I teleported back to the interrogation room right as one of the prisoners spat in Lyra-en’s face.
“You should be busy birthing strong boys, not here playing a man’s game!” He roared into her angry face.
“So it seems misogyny is a universal language,” I drawled as I walked down from the small stairs that into the room. “But we don't speak that language anymore, Drakkonian. Spitting at my general has only marked you for death, along with your ideologies.”
“You are dumb for letting her rise to such a position then. She should know her place! Back in my world, women like her birthed the strongest men and she's wasting such prowess on playing games!”
Lyra-en punched him in the face. The last time she'd been anywhere near a relationship, she was a puny little girl. His betrayal led her down this path of strength and dominance so I guess she was more offended than any other woman would be.
“Why don't we put all these aside and focus on the reason why we're here, hm?” The third one who had had his head bent down lifted it up and spoke up. “Or did you keep us alive just to banter?”
Zyx snickered before answering him as I walked over to the tool box on the side.
“Trust me. We ky’rhans do anything but banter. We are not versed in combat like you but torture? That's our area of specialty both physical and mental so you can make this easier for all of you or make it exciting for us instead,” he informed them.
“That'll be the only choice you'll be getting before you die,” I told them, looking them in the eye.
The spitter did it again, the slug landing at my feet.
“Excitement for us it is then,” I said with a smile and walked over to them. “Let's begin.”
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