Chapter 20

Tyson
I sat on my throne; They’d moved hers in here from storage, but for now I selfishly kept her to myself. The original queen preferred comfortable pillows and the private room. It made the females of the court lower, but in here Samira is my equal.
She sat in my lap still, because she smelled so good… Her heat had me hard as an iron pole, but her shyness calmed me… A strange combination…..
On the whim of my mate, she’d inadvertently changed the entire structure of the court. She thought she’d be the only female in here, but now this also gives me an excuse to have the Third Lune in here, my father.
Now that it was all settled, and the females sat next to their husbands, and the two attaining heirs with their mates, additional lengths to the table had to be brought in. It now spanned the room… I could only guess that my grandparents wanted it this way originally, but changed it likely for the egos of the males.
Nanatori walked into my throne room with his royal guard. One was even a half angel; I could smell it.
He did not show respect, nor bow. He stood in the center of the room, on a brass circle installed for the commoners to know where to stand….. Also, marble stains SO easily. That spot had drains under the plate for blood.
“I see my sister is already tainted. Though by custom, no stallion shall release his daughter to an untested male.” He snorted like a unicorn. “I may not have the shift, but I am my mother’s blood. Step off your throne, fight me.”
“No.” I told him firmly. “There is no need. I am the Wolf King, the Realm King’s second. I am the only one who *took* my throne for myself. Besides…. How can a husband sully his wife?” I asked.
“By Unicorn Law, she is not your wife until I say so.” He said summoning a sword. Elves and their magic blades were a force to be reckoned with. My sword and shield are a part of my very being, but theirs are stored away with magic, in magical holding pocket realms.
That was all I needed to hear. I gently put down my delicate dove, and walked down the stairs.
I don’t think he expected to see me grow. I didn’t speak with him much. He’d only ever really seen me powered *down*. He did not know I hold a blade forged from my soul, Backbiter, the Hell Flame Sword, and the shield, Skullmasher, The Unbreaking Sheild.
I gave them those names for their properties, and grandfather obliged, writing along the blade in ancient runes to ‘look cool’ in his words. It was written around the back of the shield though. He thought it best that mortals didn’t know it couldn’t break by mortal means.
Nanatori and I circled, and he spoke High, Original Elvish, as if I didn’t study all the major languages of my colleagues, that I was not slow in conversation.
“Look at what you bring to my father’s table, an animal.” He hissed, glaring at Samira. “When I bring you home, I’ll marry you to Redmane or Elias my 9th Seat My fucking Self, Useless Allister.”
“Brother… You go to far…” Said Samira; she looked betrayed and offended for our sakes. My elder council sat proud, yet also angered.
“You bring *shame* to father’s line.” He hissed. “Mother is likely rolling in her sleeping chamber.” He said ‘chamber’ not ‘rolling in her grave’ because they aren’t dead.
Those old enough to have spoken that language knew what he’d said, and they translated, and linked it to my mother and the 5th Seat. I held up my left hand to stop their growling.
I was pissed enough seeing how upset he made my mate.
“Yet you will kneel to this animal.” I said calmly in the same language.
It surprised him that I knew such old, nearly dead tongues. About the only one I was still working on was draconic. That one for some reason was hard.
I closed my eyes… I was so pissed that my flame burned my scalp a bit, as white holy fire was mixed with the dark crimson hell flame. It popped like a campfire because of the opposing forces battling my soul.
My blood is always on fire, but today it seemed I was meant to burn.
“A dog that can talk is still a dog.” He hissed.
“And an *incompetent* half elf pretending to be a King is still an incompetent half elf.” I spat back.
It was then that we clashed. He looked to anger me, but what he didn’t know, was that I liked being angered. What’s a little boiling blood on a fall night?I swung my blade at his with so much force that the edge of it glowed red with hell’s energy… I’d never actually done that before, but no one had ever challenged me to a duel like this either.
I cleaved his sword in half, and punched him in the nose. It broke with an audible crunch, and he screamed.
“My face! What kind of Monster goes for the face?!” He screamed.
“Your arrogance is *almost* as ‘frightening’ as your delusion.” I scoffed. I said it in old elvish just for it to sting a little more. With the elvish way, there’s more meaning with every word the way you speak it. I made sure I was as condescending as possible.
I made it sound as if I were chastising a disobedient *toddler*, despite the fact that he’s over a thousand. Well, he’s the oldest. I think he might be older than that. It honestly doesn’t fucking matter. What did, was my desire to break his neck for insulting my mate.
I grabbed him by the scruff.
“Get out.” I tossed him with enough force that he rolled like a ball almost out the door. The only thing that stopped him was that the opening wasn’t wide enough. His head and lower legs are going to be sore.
He coughed when he stood… though he knew there was no dignity left. Had Nanatori come as a concerned brother, as the eldest brother to a wild sister, I would have been more than accommodating to a true ceremonial battle. But he needed to *see* for himself that he had no place doing anything other than kneeling when he came here.
“I hope you’re happy.” He sneered at my mate, but as I marched to him, he’d had enough. He bowed his head; it would be dishonorable to harm a *fucking* coward.
“I am.” Samira said standing. “Get out Nanatori. When my mate calms down, you both should apologize.”
“….I will… I may be proud, but I should have known better…You have won demon.” He spat, but bowed his head a little lower. “I wish you both happiness.” He said it as if he meant ‘I hope you both die in a ditch’ but he can go be a sore loser somewhere else.
He is not worth the time to think about.
“I don’t have time for pups.” I hissed. I saw the red light I cast on him in my anger… My pupils do tend to glow when I’m pissed, as the entirety of my eyes become black, unlike Kaizen. My twin’s eyes tend to at least have the irises stay red. Grace too… My blood felt thick as tar as it burned….
“You look so much like him.” He said leaving.
Did he mean the Horned One or the Lord of Judgment, Justice, or Death? It could not be denied that we do look like copies of the old one…. All of his line bares his face.
I closed my hellish eyes. I heard him walk away, and I also heard the thoughts of the servants, the council members, and the Luna’s council….
I liked the unity, but I hated how they all agreed on one thing… that they feared me. I was a problem. I was a demon… I will turn on them like a rabid animal… That they were afraid to even *think* to ask anything of me…
And Worst of all,… that I *did* look like the Realm King. I triggered my elder members. They can die, but they who aided the original kings knew what true pain felt like. They battled the Old Ones… Being repeatedly injured so greatly that even now, at least ten thousand years later, some still pause when I look them in the eyes.
I felt small arms around my waist.
“Open your eyes.” She said as I was somehow in the center of the room… I don’t remember moving…