Chapter 75

Tyson
I typed at lightning speed, trying to get this done, speed eating the bacon oatmeal Clemintine made. My brother was nearly home by now. He was pardoned, and I would protect him and his mate. Nobody knew the location of his pack, not yet, and I would keep it that way as long as possible….
With it finalized on my end, by the time he turns the key at his house, MisfitMoon will be official.
I faxed it to the half angel that runs Wix’s lands, but until then not a single soul knows where Kaizen was actually headed. That was except we few in the royal family, and the goblin royal family.
They likely had a big welcome home party for my brother, while I had a bit of respite for once. I was also full… I’d started to gain weight again.
That was *nice*.
There was a light tap on my open office door. It was 10am; their ‘secret’ fair had a Farris wheel I could see…. But I used magic to close my curtains.
The female that approached me was my mate’s sister, Tamira. I wondered did she think that because she looked *similar* to my mate, that she could trick me.
I’ll allow it. Unicorns don’t cheat on their partners, since it would break their vows of marriage.
“Are you coming… little mate?” Asked Tamira, more herself than me with the last part. “I’ve been waiting forever.”
“Yeah, you can wait a little longer *Tamira*.” I rolled my eyes. “Nice try.” I chuckled.
She snapped her fingers.
“Moldy Biscuits! How can you tell us apart?!” She stomped her foot, letting out a little horsey snort that she didn’t trick me… “Samira even did my hair.”
Gods unicorns are sweet…
That was the full extent of that ‘prank’…. I got up and she followed me as I headed to the gardens. I could bet that’s where they were hosting their ‘surprise’ party.
…. Like I can’t turn off hearing people…. Also, Samira is loud as Fuck when she thinks anything cheeky… It’s almost like she’s tattling on herself, Lord Below.
“You two don’t look the same.” I said simply. “You don’t sound or scent the same either.”
“We’re so identical, even our parents couldn’t scent us apart! Well, until I got a Little Taller!” She complained. “Stop walking so fast. Your Mean.” Tamira whined….
*…. She was supposed to be their generation’s finest warrior?*
I stopped, which made her bump into me. “Sorry.”
“If I cry, I’m telling on you.” She warned playfully.
…Gods I wanted to growl at her…
But then I would be a dick, and I know the others would be mad at me. I only mean to be cheeky myself, but she’s being this way because of the difference between me and her mate. Hell, my guards are stronger than Allister’s second… but to be fair there are so few left, that the true warriors of their people were dusted by Xaxas.
“Don’t cry. I won’t mess with you.” I shook my head.
“I was joking.” She hissed. “Samira is right.”
“That I’m ‘a big ol’ stinky wolf’ who scares you? Or that I’m a meanie-weanie-boe-beanie for not letting me prank you?” I grinned. “I don’t know… *maybe* if you were *S*amira.” I outright giggled.
She did too. “At least you’re fun.” Tamira relaxed. “You remind me of grandpa…. But he’s kind of scary for a different reason.”
“Uriel is a fucking problem.” I mumbled.
*I have a feeling my reign as a king will not last much longer if I actually make Tamira Cry.*
He’d come back from the grave for that.
“Have you met him too?” She asked.
“No, but if he feels half as taxing as the Man King, I’m going to need to pop by hell and buy some Advil: Demon Lord Strength.”
“YOU CAN DO THAT?!” She yelled, shaking my arm.
“I have permission. However, you do not belong to the Night Court. To take you Below would definitely change you.” I thought out loud.
“I knew that much.” She said with a light smile. “Thank you Tyson.”
“For what?” I asked.
“For not rejecting my sister… by all accounts when I heard you were her mate, I thought the next sentence was going to be ‘but he rejected her and she’s on her way home’, when Allister called me.” She looked down. “So I think you for that….”
“That never crossed my mind.” If anything when she ran, I thought she was rejecting me… *That* was why I lost control and marked her, but I didn’t even want to admit that to myself then.
“Surprise!” Yelled everyone, and my mate popped a confetti gun.
“Thank you guys.” I said scratching behind my right horn.
“Did he fall for it?!” Asked my mate excitedly.
“No.” Tamira pouted.
“Your souls are different.” I said shaking my head. I didn’t want to admit that either, but I could see Humblon’s symbol of praying hands on her, while my grandparents were on Samira’s. She also produces lunar magic now, not solar like her sister.
So they are very different to me, but I wouldn’t say all that. It’s pretentious.
I wonder how I sound to mortals?
Probably a know it all. I am pretty fucking arrogant.
“The rides are here too!” Samira beamed.
“You want to ride some rides?” I asked. Before I could *kind of * fly, rides made me vomit, but I wondered could I handle it now.
“They won’t upset you?” She asked sheepishly. She did, she wanted to more than anything, and even if I get sick, I’ll endure.
For her sake if I puke, I fucking puke.
“I don’t think so.”
*Nobody ‘well actually’ed’ me*
Good.
She went *straight* for the Twirl-N-Whirl….. my most hated enemy.
We waited in line despite how badly others offered to cut. I found myself getting nervous. It was only a hundred feet up or so, I can jump higher than that…. The Issue is the Spinning….
That line moved too fast…
I shrank to fit.
The machine turned on…
I tried, Lord I tried not to on anybody but I could hear the laughter of my family, while the mortals screamed.
I puked up my oatmeal.
I talked *all* that hot shit.
“I’m so sorry!” I teleported away, knowing that since I was spinning, I’d wind up flying, and crashing into something.
I crashed into the Horned One.
He got covered in my oatmeal… and his beer.
My grandfather said nothing, but his little growl was a rumble I think everyone felt, even those inside the castle.
“You couldn’t help it.” Grandfather sighed. “I think I’ll leave Before I smite you.”
He vanished.
That was … *cryptic*….
Uncle Xaxas got a hoot out of it. He even slapped his knee.
“TEN FUCKING POINTS KID!” Xaxas laughed, the dick. He even keeled over wheezing while Harmony frowned. “Ten Fucking Points. You earned this.”
A gold coin with his god’s crest of the Scales, and his likeness on the other side appeared in my left hand… He tipped me for my trouble…
This was one of the ‘Harmony in the Master’s Lap’. They’re worth 5 gold pieces instead of one, so this one was about the size of a States United half dollar.
*He did this.*
“I’m alright.” I said more to the crowd, so the servants weren’t concerned. This was half done for them as well. The castle only had the residents of RoyalMoon here.
I had to link for some shift clothes, but everyone got to see me catch myself on fire. I burned those clothes so hot that the embers burned away in only one or two feet. I also put on some bike shorts and a T-shirt. I was also given a rage for the ashes.
Samira got off the ride, and I could see her pretty much run to hug me.
‘I’m so sorry!” she ran to hug my chest.
“Nah, this is my fault.” I kissed her on top of the head.