Alienated!

Chapter 11

I would love to get to the coronation, however, I believe I promised some dreams that were weird, so here goes the dream that made me dread having a husband and kids, and that I refused to tell anyone, but if I don't tell you then how are you not going to get confused? So here goes:

"You are now King and Queen. Shyla you now lose all your powers." a priest said, which ticked me off. 

"Excuse me? I thought it was Queen Shyla keeps her powers and rules over the land because the female gets more power." I growled, unleashing my claws. 

"It is if you marry a Batsamic king, but you married a Bolcam king. Bolcam kings keeep their powers, and their wives lose theirs." the priest sighed. 

"Too bad. I am divorcing the Bolcam king then. I demand to be the sole ruler of Batsam. If I have to kill my husband then so be it." I growled, scratching the priest, and turning on my husband, my tail twitching. 

"Calm down, love." Matty purred, moving closer to kiss me. 

"Do not tell me what to do, Matthew." I growled, swiping at his face, leaving deep claw marks.

"Fine. I don't want to be the husband of the Basamic queen. She is crazy." Matty sighed, walking away, but not before I tackled him.

"That's not part of the show, husband. We meet in the room,yeah?" I purred in his ear.

"Sure, whatever. I will stick to my part, just don't hurt me anymore." Matty whimpered, softly.

"Okay. See you soon, Matty." I smiled before, hissing and jumping off of him.

"What's wrong now?" someone asked. 

"My gown is ruined. I am going to MY room." I glared at the guards who attempted to follow me, and they backed off. 

"Fine. Be that way." the guards grumbled as I swept pass. 

"I suppose I should calm my wife down. Don't follow. My wife is emotional because as you well know that she is adopting kids and she is feeling like she will not be a great mother to her adopted kids." Matty sighed, defending my behavior. "I also declare that I will be rule over Bolcam, while my dear wife rules Batsam and any territories that Batsam has conquered." Matty announced, before tracking me to my garden. 

"I like this garden. It will probably become trashed when the kids arrive won't it?" I sighed, leaning against a tree trunk.

"Yes. I am glad that you suggested adopting kids. I know there are many orphans in the universe." Matty smiled, sitting next to me.

"Did you mean what you said in the ball room, after I left?" I asked Matty, leaning into him.

"Yeah. Despite how you acted in there, people will be extra cautious when the kids arrive. Shyla, I will always love you even when I die of old age and you still live on. I can't take away the chosen queen of Batsam. That is unacceptable." Matty sighed, kissing my cheek.

"Thanks Matty. You are really too good for me, and there's nothing that I want to change." I sighed, happily, before having a kid land in my lap.

"You're kids are here." a servant growled, throwing them at me.

"Thanks for the heads up. Kids, off of me, please. We are going to eat, because I am hungry." I announced as my stomach growled.

"I already ate your flowers." a kid squeaked.

"Matty, they are your responsibility. I am not taking care of kids who eat my flowers." I growled, teleporting to Earth.

"Shyla Hyannis? You don't look a day over 20. You were supposed to be dead for the last four years." a news reporter asked, when I suddenly appeared in front of him. 

"Yeah, well, I just faked my death so I could just live on an island that our dear president gave me as a compensation gift, when I was like 10." I smiled around the lie.

"Cool. Mind if I do an interview?" the reporter asked, as the camera man joined us with his camera on live. 

"Sure. I don't mind at all." I smiled at the camera and waved.

"You got married?" the reporter questioned.

"Sadly, yes." I sighed.

"Who did you marry?"

"No comment." I purred, into the microphone that was thrust in my face. 

"Okay, then. When are you going to have kids?" 

"Never. They get annoying and when I am annoyed I get angry, and that is not a great mothering quality to have, so I am just going to avoid having any kids." I declared, crossing my arms. 

"Okay, well, I guess you better get going back to Batsam, because your husband declared you missing."

"How do you know that I came from Batsam?" I asked, not realizing that during the conversation I morphed to alien, and that my tail was twitching. 

"It's written on your gown, which is impressive considering you're like ten feet tall, and have a tail."

"Oh. Maybe I should get rid of the darn tail. It has a mind of it's own." I smiled, chasing my tail, and spinning in circles, before landing on the ground with a thud. "Wait, did you say four years?" I asked suddenly, my ears perking up. 

"Yeah, why?" the reporter asked, confusion in his eyes. 

"I am supposed to be 16 still." I shrieked, getting up and teleporting all over the place.

"Quit vanishing." the reporter growled, morphing to alien and slicing off the collar that allowed me to live where there was oxygen. "Have fun in hell, Shyla." the reporter laughed, and I recognized it as Matty, which did not make any sense at all,  and then I was jostled awake.