Chapter 15

Samira
Tyson sighed. “Father means well… Unlike the Light Court, there’s only those three, and on top of it, father was raised like a regular mortal… With Xaxas and Asanguis, they were only in mortal shells, but never really caught on to mortal feelings….”
“I kind of figured…. Arviel has countless sons…At least one on nearly every world ever made… The Lord of Light has so many illegitimate sons that he holds no attachment to his bloodline. It’s surreal to see so much comradery…” I admitted. I expected them all to be snub nosed and aggressive…. Not caring, nor fatherly.
I need to get over that.
“Zuviel… The Horned One…. It’s only us who share his blood.” He stated looking at me softly. I knew he only looked at me this way… that there were none before me, and there are no others.
“I know… I know the Lord of Light has bastard children on nearly every world. He cheats on the Earth Goddess… so much… But I believe he swore not to ever again.” I said quietly.
The Lord of Light is the Sun god… Every world, every single one is influenced by him. He shines on us in more ways than one with his former whoring though…. The Lord of Night is the Void… through him all darkness exists. It doesn’t mean either of them are good or evil, but in general, the Night Court IS because of all the killing they did…
…Granted all the killing was started *because of the Light* but so many shouldn’t have had to die…
“He did because those bastards almost always make trouble…. However,… my grandparents are mates. The Horned One Can’t cheat… The three Princes and father’s 3 children, that’s *it* with his bloodline. There are no copies of us on other worlds… The Horned One, in his own way, does care about us. Be it for only his benefit, or because he genuinely likes being the ‘Night Father’, I can’t tell. Regardless, you don’t have to worry about the darkness within my bloodline.” He said pulling me into his lap. He rested his chin on the top of my head. “Our claws are for the wicked.”
“This is so… so much though.” I mumbled. “I thought… I thought they would be ill tempered, terrifying forces of nature.”
“They *are* but you won’t see it.” He said kissing me on the top of the head. It tingled…. “I know. I know this is overwhelming. You went from startled unicorn to Wolf Queen literally overnight.” Tyson tenderly kissed my forehead. Tingles sparked from such a simple action. “You haven’t had the chance to even sit on your throne or commune with the former Queen, who sleeps under our feet.”
So, they *did* have magic…. I thought werewolves couldn’t do magic at all.
“They can’t.” Said Tyson replying to me. “The only ones who have access to the fount would be you, my sister, or mother, oh, or maybe Harmony. I don’t see why she’d be denied. Nobody else is strong enough to, or has magical permissions. As Queen, you’re now the caretaker of the Soul Well… with it you can summon and contact any of the retired Kings.”
That would mean that I could see my mother…. Spirit summoning is… highly illegal…. But if I could, I would. I’d already kind of broken the law regardless of the Horned One’s opinion… I’m sure she’d like to know I got married after she’s done scolding me. Dad will scold me too… but it made their retirement a little easier to know that I could speak with them, if only for a small moment.
“Where are you guys?!” Yelled his mother I recognized her voice from last night. I think of all the princesses, she was the one who actually freaked me out a little bit….
“In the maze mother.” Yelled Tyson. “Oh my gods… Sorry in advance.”
He already kind of warned me… but now I was starting to wonder should I have excused myself until she calmed down.
“I thought I had more time, but I don’t. Good luck.” Chuckled Tyson.
“What do you mean by that?” I asked about such an ominous warning.
“Mom’s a love bug. You’ll see.” He grinned.
“Wait…is she just aggressively loving or something…?” I asked Tyson… I could deal with that, my older elf-favoring sister Mai’Ha was like that.
“Yup.” He popped the ‘p’. “3….2….1….and… love bomb.” He opened his arms to accept the bone crushing hug that got us both. “There’s no point fighting it… just let her hug you.”
“Is that *really* you Samira All Grown Up?!” she shouted …. Very excitedly… I didn’t know if it was a bad thing that I was a unicorn… or that apparently, she knew me?
I gingerly waved, while other women who kind of looked like her sprinted down the stone path, though she was the fastest. They all had curly black hair that faded to an intense, flaming orange, having amber eyes and olive skin. Well except one of them. She had green eyes, not amber, and her hair was straight. It was clear that Queen Harmony and Princess Isabelle were related, I believe aunt and niece.
Gossip was that Nixxia, the Queen of the Dead, was originally a blood slave bought by Lord Asanguis at a party, the one I Didn’t attend when Harmony was crowned…. All three of them were WELL over a foot taller than me, about 6’9 or so…. Which STILL made them miniature compared to their mates.
…They were shorter in the ballroom… so my guess was that they could change their height too. It would make it… less obvious that they were supernatural at 6 feet, rather than almost 7. Granted, that’s still Really tall for a human woman, but there were no humans around.
“Slow down Aunti Izzy!” Yelled Queen Harmony. I recognized her because I think every royal knew her. There’re pictures of her coronation in Nanatori’s office. He attended with our parents, while Mist, my older unicorn-favoring sister babysat me…. I was sick. I think I’m getting a little sick now…
She hugged my neck. “Ah, you look just like your mom!” said Lady Isabelle. “I blessed you and your sister when you were little that you would be happy, but I haven’t really seen you since Sky brought you over to my pack! How come you haven’t visited?!”
Because they were scary, but it would be so mean to say that…. I was also still a little ashamed that I judged these people… Blessings from someone like her was probably how I got a mate in the first place….
“Awe don’t cry!” Said Lady Isabelle, choking me to death. She crushed me with her love… and her boobs. She was choking me.
Everyone got a good giggle out of that… this was something I’d have to get used to…. That I’m ‘heard’ all the time…
“If I’d have stopped being a filly about it, I’d have met everyone already.” I said wiping my tears… I should be more careful.
Tyson held me to his chest and let me be a baby…. I felt so ashamed… I’m supposed to be proud and gently stoic…
Our tears heal, but they’re also a drug…. When I was little mother put us through… Intense training not to, yet here I am. I could mentally see her scolding me…. Mold, I missed her… Why’d she have to retire….?
I slapped my cheeks. Gods I felt selfish for that.
Ten thousand years was agreed upon the most universally since that’s when time started being recorded proper, but I’ve heard 20 or even 30 thousand of dying repeatedly…. Fighting constantly. Every day seeing our numbers dwindle to either the bicorn curse or goblins and humans hunting us for our horns…. She didn’t even know how old she was… We 7 aren’t even her first set of kids…
“You’re not selfish.” Said my mate seriously. “If you really want to see her… there is a way.” He offered.
“I don’t want to interrupt her. Plus, that kind of magic is forbidden.” I mumbled, wiping my eyes, letting him kiss my forehead. I didn’t let him kiss my cheeks… when dried and powdered, these very tears run the drug epidemic of the supernatural world…
The hug from Lady Isabelle felt like mom…. “Come with us.” Isabelle said it like mom used to… If she could do magic as well, I don’t think it was a spell. I could feel her love for me as I fi was her child… She’d already adopted me into the family… another thing I still didn’t expect.
All my life I was told how terrible the Night Court, how awful those who follow the Horned One were, yet here I was more welcome than at my own peoples’ castles….
“Go to the Queen’s Quarters.” Said Tyson. “I’m sure she’d love to hear the news.” He gently pushed me into his mother’s vice grip and she ran-walked with me out the garden.