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“I was informed of the magnitude of chaos going on before the runway show so I decided to come and see what the holdup is all about,” she announced as her softened eyes of prism fell upon me. “I’m sure most of you know I dislike tardiness as well as acts of deceit against my children. I believe she proved herself long ago, and yet so many are testing her while they still can. Immature, if you ask me.”
She walked down the stairs without any aid, the movement just as graceful as if she were floating through the air. She wore a stunning white dress with sparkles of various colors while her hair of pink was up in a crown braid so the very crown of royal significance sat perfectly upon her head with a glimmer of power.
She headed straight for me; her towering height of 6’7” matched with her tremendous aura that seemed to swallow the room left me completely still.
The energy was so warm and welcoming, like walking into a world of sunshine and rainbows while acknowledging how safe and blessed your surroundings were.
I noticed every single member of my pack bowed onto their knees to acknowledge Mother’s royalty—and the rest of the room soon followed until it was just Roberto and I standing there in awe.
I peered into her eyes that further softened in admiration as their prism surface dimmed until her striking blue gaze bored into mine.
“Good evening, Willow, my daughter. I apologize that we’ve yet to have proper time alone. It seems the worlds are trembling at the idea of your uprising, so it’s been rather ‘busy’ these last few days.”
“Trembling is an understatement,” Roberto muttered and actually pouted his lips like an annoyed puppy. The sight was simply baffling because I’d never seen the man make such an expression. "Everyone ignites misery in the shadows but can’t confront us face-to-face. It’s all bullshit.”
Mother laughed, the sound echoing around the room and making my heart flutter in playful glee. It was amazing how a sound could be so delightful to listen to, as if it swept in to remove any bouts of anxiety, fear, and worry from one’s heart.
"I’ve missed you, my dear.” Her voice was so tender as her smile could surely get rid of one’s depression with the mere sight. "Your presence was unexpected. I wasn’t informed you'd be attending.”
"You can thank Prince Milo, who had the additional aid of Viktor,” Roberto revealed. "You know I wouldn’t miss this event, even if many wished for me to. It’s not every day your child rises to her birthright throne, now is it? All these fuckers causing disturbances. I’ve been informed one tried to put our Willow under a hex. I’m sure Blair is going to enjoy such surprising news.”
Mother frowned at the news as she glanced my way.
“When did this happen?”
“Um…about fifteen minutes ago? Maybe earlier. My men had to pull me out of it, but it was a close call,” I confessed. “It also proves that I apparently have fae magic, which seems to be a bad thing.”
“It’s not a bad thing,” Mother immediately dismissed as if it were the least of her problems. "It proves there’s been manipulation involved which is clearly not new with the past efforts to harm you. I’ve been aware of the fae magic within you since you waltzed into Faerie when you were eleven. However, there was no way of investigating because of the circumstances you needed to endure to awaken your wolf.”
She seemed rather calm even though everyone else was stressing how bad this was.
"You do not worry about obvious treason, Elphaba,” Milo’s mother emphasized. "This is certainly a big deal.”
“I will not dismiss the matter that one within our circle of power decided to manipulate the future of my child and the chosen fae they stole magic from. However, the news will not deter our aim and prevent Willow from receiving her birthright this evening, Queen Moremi. I was already informed of your first son’s intentions to court my daughter in the traditional ways of the fae court. That’s why I was visiting your second kingdom: to give word to his father, seeing as I’m aware he would be unable to attend with the changing times.”
“Y-You already got approval from my husband?” Queen Moremi clarified and looked rather shocked by the news.
“I have, and he’s very happy with the news that his son has taken interest in my daughter. Obviously, I’m aware that traditionally your culture is not used to someone with multiple partners. However, your husband stated he’s been observing the movements of my daughter like many who keep an eye on the events that occur on the mundane lands, and he approves that Willow would be an excellent candidate to be Milo’s wife.”
Wife…
"She’d have to take part in the trials if he intends to go the whole way,” Queen Moremi declared, bringing up the challenge I knew nothing about.
“I’m aware, as is your husband. And he stated that when Willow is ready to participate in such activities, he will happily be present to judge,” Mother declared.
“My…father really approves of my decision?” Milo brought up. He seemed just as shocked as his mother.
“He did,” Mother declared and smiled sweetly at Milo, who was still bowed like everyone else. “It’s been a long time since I’ve spoken with him, so it was intriguing to be informed of his acceptance and honorable satisfaction in your decision to court one as highly ranked as Willow.”
“Well then,” Queen Moremi began as she cleared her throat and blushed a little. “If my husband approves of such and the recent news regarding the stolen fae exchange is of secondary importance, we’re simply wasting valuable time that can be invested in this runway event.”
"I’m so glad we’re on the same page, Moremi.” Mother beamed her way. “I’ve missed you as well. We shall talk privately later tonight during the after-party.”
“I-I’d be honored,” Queen Moremi declared as she bowed her head. “I appreciate you coming personally to resolve the initial issues presented to me.”
"Communication is key for me to continue ruling,” Mother stressed. “Which is why I wanted to personally see what was happening so we could speak about it rather than allow unnecessary rumors and disagreements to occur before this very important event.”
"Queen Elphaba, I’d love to briefly bring up that the one who attempted to hex your child used my face for their ploy,” Prince Alywn brought up.
