How I Met Your Monster #23

Nightra

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Princess Nightra, Second of her Name, of the Family Prade, 22

Royal High Elf

Likes: Ruling for the rights of my people

Dislikes: Hierarchy

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I am Princess Nightra. I wish to speak to the human Silas, in regard to my sister. No other need message

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As I have in the past with the knight of the Prade family, I went into this not expecting to give a write up of its events. I almost put Vexys on it, but knew that that would deeply anger Princess Nightra. I double checked to make sure my will was at the ready, text a few people potential goodbyes, and let Unhinged know what was taking place.

Princess Nightra was almost identical to Daywen. Long glowing white hair. Pointed ears, Pale skin and pale pink eyes. The main difference was the outfit. Where Daywen wore an oversized hoodie to hide her identity, Daywen wore armor signifying her as the royalty that she was. She glared at me with those pales eyes, and they contrasted greatly against the happiness her sister's showed.

"You are the human Silas then?"

"Yes. You seemed very insistent that we meet. Though I do not know why you requested to meet me at my apartment."

She pushed past me, beginning to walk around and look in various closets and rooms. "My sister is not here. Good. Let it not be said that I didn't do my duty as it was demanded of me. My mission is complete. Mind if I take a seat?"

"Sure." She sat on my couch and I pulled up my desk chair. "So, Princess Nightra, what can I help you with? Why did you think my sister would be here?"

"I read your blog." This is where my heart stopped in my chest momentarily, and the anxiety fought against the confidence potion. I took a slow breath.

"And what did you find?"

"I found that you did indeed meet with my sister, unlike what you told Sir Jonathan. I also noticed the implication of what you did with her. You speak of it freely as if you did not tarnish Royalty."

"Look, she wanted help and to see the world. She was also curious abo-"

"Silence." She said it softly, but with authority, as she held up a hand. "I do not care about either. The success of this blog is becoming dangerous for you, Silas. Jonathan heard rumors. I found it for myself. You are in luck that my parents and their advisors are incredibly elderly and do not use the internet. But eventually, someone will. And the message will be passed along."

"Wait, you're not going to do that?"

"No, I will not. In three months time, my sister's absence will mark a limit. As of then, she will no longer be in line or considered to be our ruler. The next one in line is me." She smirked. "My sister was taught elocution and diplomacy. I was taught the sword. But I am not without the ability to make deal when they need to be made. Once her three months is up, it will only be another six until my parents retire to our sacred home, and I am the ruler of the elves of Earth."

"So, what do you want me to do?"

"You must remove your blog."

I stood up, "No. Now get out." The potion swirled inside me, spreading heat through my body.

"How dare you!" She stood up and met my gaze, and her eyes showed shock, "Hmm. Maybe Daywen's reputation isn't too tarnished. The first human I've met that is willing to stand behind his outbursts. Fine, another deal then."

"Go on." I sat back down.

"I will do what I can to make sure that your blog never graces the halls of our kingdom. My parents will discount rumors since your meeting with Jonathan. They most they were willing to put into it was to send me here to look for it. Their mistake was telling me to search your home for her. You will not speak on your blog about my sister again."

"What about this conversation?"

"What do you mean?"

"This conversation? The one we are currently having? You requested this meeting through the app on the premise that it would be an interview for my blog. This is work."

Anger flashed across her pale pink eyes before she closed them tightly. The emotions that flashed across her face gave me the distinct impression that she wished violence against me. She finally sighed and looked at me.

"Fine, but only because I refuse to go back on an agreement, and the terms and services of the app are very clear. But from here on out, you will not published anything about my sister in the next three months or the royal family itself in the next nine, I will be checking frequently, and will be the last thing you see that day. Do I make myself clear, human?"

I glared at the venom behind her words, but stood and stuck out my hand. She shook it, nodded at me, and left.

I quickly sent follow up messages letting everyone know that I was alive, and sat on my couch. I turned on some show, but paid no attention to it as I thought. As long as the royal family stopped reaching out to me via Unhinged, I would have no reason to speak of Princess Daywen and the fun time we had together. This would also be the last write up where I could mention her.

Princess Daywen, if you happen to read this, I hope you have found what you are looking for in the world. Lay low for three months, and if the mood strikes you, find me when you are free from the shackles of ruling. We will give you a proper interview.

As for you Princess Nightra. I now know you are reading. And this is the last time I can speak to you until you are made ruler. Thank you for being a follower of my blog! I love new subscribers, and I hope you enjoy it here. If you have any questions, feel free to shoot me an email. Hope ruling works out for you!

Dear readers, I am not so easily shaken anymore. I will not take on a royal family, as survival is still a trait I admire in myself, but I refuse to be knocked around anymore. I started this blog to learn more about non-humans, but it seems like non-humans have us pegged a very specific way sometimes. It is very, very pertinent that everyone realizes how diversified the others are.

We are all people of this world. And though some may be rulers and some may be journalists, we all are looking for something to get us through the day. Until next time.

-Silas D.