Chapter 70

Samira
“I take it you watched them grow up as well.” I commented casually, but I let it happen… The masses will want a statement….
They will want to be comforted, or at least told something. I noticed that this crew had on a world news uniform…. So this was likely live. There were at least 15 people in rows of 3 walking up the stairs against the current of the masses who were leaving….
“Aye my lady…. I’ve seen… *all* his majesty’s pups… Live and die.” She said the last part sadly. “I swear to you my lady, that I will protect you, and any heirs should you birth them.” She bowed.
“And I accept.” I said nodding so she could rise.
It still felt a little surreal to be this important… If I was told before the party that I’d become a Queen, I’d have laughed. My heart sank with every step they took, but I put on a brave face. I knew I radiated moonlight and peace, something that I did on purpose to look more royal.
I kind of don’t feel royal, but I wouldn’t let them see that. The people need confidence, a lead mare, not a foal.
“Begone Goblins.” Snarled Shakira. “Her majesty has no statement.”
“No, I don’t mind.” I said holding up my hand to stop her from kicking them out.
I didn’t like the feel of these goblins…. They were up to no good. My instincts told me that, but they were the only crew who were brave enough to walk past the growing number of hyenas shifted in the crowd….
“Then I will stand here.” She took a step jest off to the side. “If you upset the master’s mate, you will *not* leave this building alive.”
Her hyena laugh seemed to summon *more* of the guards…. Shifted ones the size of my sister…. I almost felt bad for them…
[Rah rah ra-rah-rah.] Said one.
[Rah rah.] Barked Shakira.
[Rah.] They shouted in unison, stomping their right foot.
I swear it sounded like a military chant… Their dialect was too far from wolf or unicorn to even understand the sound of their language…..
“I guess sit in my chair, and I can sit in Tyson’s.” I said casually.
“We’re going to cut for a second to set up.” Said the tallest green goblin. The trolls were blue.
Using lunar magic felt… JUST like solar magic, except I’ll be almost useless in the day, and on dark moons…. Then my powers come from the Horned One… but I’ve never used any of his… I’m too scared too.
I allowed my horn to come out so people could see that I was in fact, a *real* unicorn. My crystalline horn glowed the softest silver, since the moon wasn’t red anymore.
My moonlight calmed down the bloodthirsty shifters, who had bristled fur for my sake…. And with them passive, the goblin and troll crew could speak their minds… The trolls had the equipment, while the goblins had on sound gear and seemed to manage the operation.
“Ok, 3,2,1…go.” Whispered one of the goblins, and he pointed at the dapper goblin who sat.
I let my horn stay out, but I turned down the light by quite a bit so people could see my face. I’m sure it would have made glare or something.
…. Every supernatural who watched our secret streams would see this…. Every single race… and my family…. Gods I was nervous, but I almost swear I felt the Moon Goddess’s hands on my shoulders.
Why specifically her, I wouldn’t know… Maybe because I was using my unicorn magic, and she’s my protector now.
“Good evening, this is Manny A’Manderson at the Red Room of the Wolf King… Amazing stuff. The public wishes to know a little about you, your highness,” He started.
“I am the Wolf Queen Samira the Glittering One, The Moon Touched, Last Born of the Unicorn Queen Skylia, the Glittering One. I am a unicorn despite my mate’s Horned connection, because he is a Paladin of the Night.”
“Wow… what does that entail?” He asked.
“Lord Tyson is a Horned Wolf, however, he is righteous enough to make holy magic naturally in his blood. I believe that’s why he was picked to be King in the first place, and why he tries so hard to bring real justice for our people.”
“So, now that the Prince is pardoned, what’s the next step for the crown?” asked the goblin. I liked his journalist outfit. It reminded me of something you’d see in old ‘70’s detective shows. The large troll was the camera man, who was probably as tall as Tyson’s small form.
But that I still sensed that they were up to *something* meant that I should choose my words carefully… I figured they were trying to make the King, or his brother, seem like a threat.
“The Royal Family will continue to maintain order and seek justice for all its citizens. King Tyson may be the Horned Wolf, but he swore blood oaths to protect all shifters. That no matter the rank, or bloodline, that you can rest easy in your packs, and you can trust them. What Lord Kaizen did was for his mate.”
“Do you agree with his actions?” He asked.
“No one does. It’s why he was almost killed.” I said honestly.
“Is their mindlessness a threat?” He asked. The camera panned to just me, I think to see my reaction.
“No. Nor are the royal family a danger.” I said with a glare. “Is this still live?”
“It’s not on a delay either.” Said the blue troll behind the camera.
“Alright. Lord Kaizen not only Just discovered his mate, but I saw the photos… The bodies of the other humans were spread around like confetti after a party, and his soulmate was about to be killed too. He lost his mind to save her, anyone would, not just a Horned Wolf.” I said this with a horsey snort.
“Did I offend you?” He asked.
“No, you offend the royal family, the Realm King, and my mate.” I hissed, sounding like mother. “You asked that to scare the public, but Tyson stays up nearly all night And day. He does that worrying about not only how to protect his people, but how to help them live comfortable lives…. He made sure all the victims were not only compensated, but got grief counseling too…”
And he knows he’s a demigod…. We can’t stop them, so he does.
“I think you should leave.” Said Shakira.
“I think they should too.” I said with crossed arms. “If you would have come up here for actual questions, I’d have had tea brought up and everything.. Oh and cookies from the *actual moon goddess*.”
I couldn’t *wait* to try them. A wolf spirit delivered them during the fight, and Jang linked Shakira about it.
“The Moon Goddess is here?” He asked. “Let me tal-”
“Do you *really* think I’d let you do that?” I snapped. “Get out.”
“You heard the Queen.” Said Shakira. “Do I have the authority to eat one?” She asked.
I knew she didn’t eat goblin, but seeing them turn pale was worth it.
“You know what… If you make one a toothpick, I bet that would boost your ratings higher than what you were trying to pull.” I grinned.
“What’s going on in here?” Growled Tyson in only a towel.
“AH!” I Squealed!
I’m pretty sure half the country did with me!!!
“What?” He asked confused.
“They have been asked to leave your majesty. They offend the Queen.” Bowed Shakira.
“oh?” He still steamed, and his hair was wet, slightly draped over his normal right eye, but his left looked like a demon’s. He had his horns and flame out as well… his full height… But I saw the right eye change to match the other….
“We wanted to know if the Horned Wolves are a danger.” Mr. A’Manderson spoke up. They hadn’t cut yet, but I wish they had with how red I INOW I was.
The towel fell off! When he walked, but he made no effort to catch it.
“If I were a danger, you lot would have been dead when I had to *stop* my shower for *you*.” He let out a snarl. “Begone mortal. The only danger here is how embarrassed you look.”
I knew this would make bad press, but anyone who’d actually seen the *entirety* of the footage would know I was in the right….
And that my mate was hot.
They won’t though. They’ll probably just see the bit they wanted, the clickbait, and assume that I’m a bicorn who kept a white coat, and that my mate is a hothead….
They were forced to leave, and their livestream likely boomed after that.
“You’re cute.” The King picked me up!
“Huh?”
“You’re *So* red.” He grinned, kissing me on the cheek.
“TYSON!” I Screamed, and he laughed a boom that I know they heard.
“Fuck them!” He roared. “I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner… I really had to scrub my damn hair.”
Someone managed to toss him some shorts, and we left the arena holding hands.