Bona Fide Queen

Twelve

His words sent a chill down my spine.

It was funny because he didn't even know the half of it.

"Should you try that again, Milady, I will not be the only one upset. His Majesty will be as well." Edna says, her vice-like grip on my upper arm not quite tight enough to bruise, but enough for me to know she's serious.

Gosh, I didn't know grandma's could be so scary...

"His majesty? That guy in the room was Royalty?"

I felt stupid as Edna gave me a deadpan look.

"I was referring to your Mate," She said, suddenly so out of patience. But then her face took on a thoughtful expression.

"Although, I can't deny that Lord Damien isn't royalty."

My lips purse at that.

At least now I didn't feel like a total idiot.

My silence was enough encouragement for Edna to continue her off-handed explanation.

"Being a Vampire King, he can't be anything but royalty."

My jaw hits the floor and I nearly stumble. Thankfully, Edna's grip keeps me upright, and so does the accompanying venomous look she gives me as she continues walking without pause.

It never occurred to me that because werewolves were apparently a thing, that so where vampires.

Does that mean other creatures exist too?

I really hope unicorns did....

Edna's spatial magic returned us to my room and into the bathroom once more. Only this time, I was a little too tired to be running around unabashedly. I didn't need to barge in on a troll next.

A shiver ran down the back of my neck at the thought. Ew.

"Okay Ms Raye, we're back to square one, and I do pray to the Moon goddess you are more cooperative this time," Edna says wearily as she warms up the bath again and grabs soaps and towels, setting them on a small table near the pool of water she called a 'tub'.

I didn't realize royalty needed so much space to take a simple bath at all.

Reluctantly, I removed my clothes, and my face heated.

Granny Edna rolled her eyes.

"It's nothing I haven't seen before, Deary, just get it over with. We're both women."

"Yeah, I know that, but where I come from, there's this thing called 'privacy'. Ever heard of it?" I ask grumpily.

She doesn't reply, and instead waits as I strip down into my birthday suit. 

Once I'm as naked as the day I was born, I dive for the pool, hoping the soap-clouded water can provide the smallest amount of cover.

It's an hour of rough scrubbing, and sickly sweet smelling oils, perfumes, and other products before my skin is glowing and feeling smoother than it ever had before.

Once I'm wrapped in a fluffy dark navy towel, I take a moment to appreciate the work done on me.

Besides the new found softness and glow, my body felt lighter, and more energized, like I could take on the world, or something. 

It felt as if the old me had been washed away. Every icky, dark, senile part of me had been scrubbed away, and all that was left was a glowing girl, who just might one day live up to the title of 'Queen'.

Wait, when did I become so comfortable transitioning into this kinda roll? I'm still bad-butt Violet, with unusual eyes, and a sass to take on anybody, even my Mate!