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Importchic- You're always so sweet, I forgot to mention in the last update but the ring was actually an idea I got from the comics where he brings Crystal a bouquet of flowers, I'm a little too in love with a soft spot Ronan for my own good.

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I've been sitting in Ronan's room for what feels like hours but is actually closer to five minutes, five of the longest minutes of my life.

After I conked Paroxysm on the head, some Nova Corp guards came and took him to medical, I warned them that they may want to keep him under until his adrenaline has a chance to burn out. Our healing abilities are phenomenal so the dent in his head had already healed itself by the time the Corp showed up, regardless, I was still worried.

After Paroxysm was taken away, Ronan took me inside of his room since I clearly wasn't in a right state of mind to answer questions. It took me less than 15 seconds to take in Ronan's room, it wasn't nearly as large as mine or Paroxysm's. If I had to use one word to describe Ronan's room, I'd use the word barren. The walls and appliances were all the same shade of silver and only the essentials were present; Bed, chairs, and a separate room with an open door to the bathroom.

It resembles an upgraded jail cell, I don't even see a kitchen!

"Stop twitching and sit down."

While my inspection was fast, I was still startled by Ronan's irritated tone.

I moved to sit on one of the two chairs he had and attempted to stop my tapping fingers, Ronan claimed the other chair and sat with perfectly straight posture across from me, and then the wait.

With a sigh Ronan finally breaks the silence "What did your servant do to you with his hand?"

Despite how inappropriate it is, I can't help but fight a blush as I think about how to word my answer.

"He's afraid of you, and even if he wasn't, your ring made him territorial…. and he's my guard, not a servant. All of us, regardless of gender are very…. possessive, Paroxysm doesn't have any real attachment to me, but we work like a pack." I inhale as I continue on "as you know, we all have powers, Paroxysm bares death through touch."

Ronan's eyes narrow but I'm hesitant to give him any more information, weighting the pro's and con's of being honest.

"How" his voice demands, as if the fact he's even asking questions eats at him.

"Usually by pressing his lips to another's skin, his powers act like a virus, turning the body against itself, eating at itself. When we go into over drive, oddities like his hand happen, our power expands and reach out for more forms to effect, the doctors say it's for self-preservation." My throat goes dry as I try to swallow "m-maybe if we can keep our powers from burning us up long enough, we can gain control. If we don't reach out, it's too condense and we have absolutely no chance of surviving our rage."

Ronan leans forward like a dog that has a new toy, his eyes pressing me to continue even before he verbally prods me "and if it becomes too condensed?"

"Hot tempers, possessive streaks and healing are only a fraction of what make us dangerous. Rile us up enough and we become catastrophic, we destroy everything around us before finally terminating our own existence. It differs from person to person, I've only seen it happen once but I hear it was common during the first stages of our testing."

By the time I'm done, I realize I'm subconsciously stroking my now healed arm. Unmarked caramel skin may sound like a good thing, but I hate it. Every scar, every memory that made my skin my own, stripped from me during my final stages of experiments.

Ronan sees this and runs a hand against where the black skin once was. "The Accuser Corp pride ourselves on our ability to avoid scars, we also have pride for the ones we hold, do you possess any?"

My hand digs into my skin next to where his touches me, my nails biting in until a small line of blood forms under my nail.

"no, S.H.E.I.L.D. hadn't wanted us to have attachments to the past so once our healing was set in, they skinned us alive. New, flawless skin grew in and after the discovery of Hydra, they tried to feed us lies that the skull and tentacles was behind our skinning"

As if any of us would ever believe them.

He lets go of me. "You don't believe them."

A statement, not a question, I answer in the same dead tone "Never."

I'm so focused on my arm that I catch us both off guard when I suddenly change topics.

"How did you get a ring so fast?" I swing my head until I make eye contact and then realize how rude that sounds. "Not that it isn't gorgeous, it is, it's just…" I take in the room once more, "It looks like you're still a prisoner, so I don't really understand where you got the money or time to get it so fast."

When I finally stop stumbling over my words, I look at him once more. He finally leans back to his original pose before his hands tighten on his arm rests and I hear a warning creek from the metal.

"The Kree Empire sent it. This marriage is based purely on your claim that you are capable of carrying my child, so tell me now girl, is it true?"

"W-well yes, theoretically my genes should be capable of producing a child the same as an Inhuman," I can't help my suspicions from growing "but shouldn't you care more about our wedding sparing your life, rather than your hypothetical children?"

He has the audacity to scoff at me.

"You pledge your hand to a Kree yet you know nothing of us." He places his right hand palm up between us.

"Listen because I will only say this once, I am a blue Kree, in your Terran term, I am a royal." He uses his other hand to grab my left and place it palm up on top of his. "We do not mix our genes with the pink Kree, but our gene pool is running low. If you are capable, you would be considered priceless in the eyes of my Empire."

I jerk my hand away faster than if he had stabbed it. "I am not a brood mare, I will NOT be passed around to your friends."

He yanks my hand back and encloses it in his so I can't pull away again. "Our society is leagues above your own yet you assume we treat our women like barbarians?!" His hold tightens, "When you marry me, it is only I whom you allow into your bed, do you understand?"

I stand and approach him, keeping all aggravation out of my posture until I'm standing between his spread legs and our joined hands are at my side. Leaning towards his ear, I finally allow my rage to reach my eyes. "Like I said, we all possess a possessive streak, If you marry me, you will never touch another, be prepared for that Accuser… and don't bark at me, I'm neither an imbecile nor an object, so I will not tolerate this 'here wife, there wife' type of speech that you seem fond of."

I attempt to pull back but when Ronan quickly stands, he jerks me so that my body is pressed up against his and I only have one free hand to brace myself against his chest while his free hand wraps around my waist.

"Then we have an agreement, and once my seed takes, I will honor you with the cleansing of the thing you want most, your government."