When The Moon Godess Slaps You In The Face, A Prince Fae Is Your Mate

I Have the Final Say

Mozaiah's POV

Robert is swaying from side to side. He must be really unsure of what to say to me. I had to get out of leader mode and approach him as a friend.

"Hey. Rob. Just come out with it. I'm listening with an opened mind. I won't hit you."

He gained some of a confidence posture when he said

"Tuh. I beg to differ old friend. Every time I come bearing bad news like the last time, you decked me right in the kisser. I'm still getting over that you know. We all know you can get quicked tempered with that inner warrior of yours; always ready for a fight. You got to control him."

He's right. I have to keep him in check, Before I batter, bruise and loose not only my second in command, But also my bestfriend. So I told him

"Lets not talk while we are at the entry way of the castle. I have to update you on some  things that are most important. But not Before you tell me What's wrong. Come to the library. We got chairs and a flatscreen. Nothing like some bro time right?"

"Yeah, You're right. It has been a while."

"Alright then. Let's go."

We both walked through the foyer towards the grand hallway of the castle on the ground floor.

"Hello Prince Mozaiah."

Rob and I turned around to the voice of my dear friend and butler Histan.

"Hey Stan. No need for formalities.We can be in bro mode," I said.

He sighed with relief.

"Good, because maaan! Let me tell you! I'm sick of your mom telling me to enforce your title. I practically raised you," he joked.

We all laughed. Histan is another jokester. I've always wanted to know who was the better pranker of the two. That'll be a day to remember.

"So Stan, you want to tag along with us to the 'Cave'?" I asked.

"Sure, why not. I got time to slay". He chuckles as he says this.

Oh how I love my bothers. We are not related by blood, but by bond and lifetime experiences I will forever cherish into my heart.

When we were younger, we devised a shortcut to our 'cave'.

"I'll race ya there, punk." Robert said.

"C'mon. I'm faster than you. Just make sure you tied your shoelaces this time."

Histan bantered back as he proceeded to cackle and head towards the Painting Room.

"Hey! I'll leave you two in the dust! You know how my legs carry me guys," I said to both of them.

So we race in the halls, and I hear my mother yelling at the top of her lungs

"FOR THE LAST TIME STOP RUNNING IN THESE BLASTED HALLS YOU FOOLS!"

We all howl in laughter as she says this. This line has not changed for 13 years.

We finally reach the destination. The Holy Painting Room, where it is rumored my grandpa first recieved his gift.

I push the door slightly ajar. My bros are amazed every time.

"Yo Zay Man. I still get awestruck at how effortless you open this crap ton of a door. It's so brolic for no reason. You make me want to lift more" Histan ssys as he shakes his head.

I just chuckle in response.

"Well I'll just have to be your personal trainer. To repay you back for all those years you've raised me."