"Excuse me? You’re joking right?" I ask her. Mags pushes against my side in comfort. I look down at Mags, as she is currently in her true form. Mags look kind of like a white tiger but two large pronounced teeth that drop from her mouth and a tail full of spikes. I remember telling Winter about my two cats, they do look like big cats when they are wearing their glamour’s. All powerful witches have a familiar; I’m the first to have two. I didn't lie about how I found Mags; she really was dumped into a load of magazines as new-born. Familiars are a type of sub-demon and come out of the underworld when they sense their owner needs them.

"I'm not marrying anyone, I found the girl. The girl from the,"

She cuts me off and shouts,

"I don't believe that rubbish, where was the Goddess when all the new-born royal males died in our arms until you! Where was the Goddess when the angels attacked us?"

"We have a truce with them now and she cannot change everything," I mutter.

"A truce I made! Not her! Your Goddess didn't save your father’s life when an angel took his head." She says and I see the tears this time. With a sigh, I go over to her and pull her into a hug.

"I know you don't believe in her anymore, but I do and marrying someone else won't give us a true future," I tell her as she sobs. My mother is a powerful woman who rules on her own. When my father died, they expected her to stand down and let one of my male second cousins to take the throne until I'm of age. They have no royal blood but they are married into our family so they could have been accepted. My mother scoffed at the idea and held an arena fight. I was only one at the time and she fought twenty heirs to keep the throne. No one challenged her again and when she got a truce with the angels, the witches respected her. My mother never remarried, despite our council trying to demand that she does, I know she didn’t because she loved my father. They were that couple that stories are written about.

"It's just a marriage; the dark witch’s queen is young and very beautiful. You can still mate permanently with someone else." She says, offering a different deal.

"I don't want that mother. I love you but don't make me choose." I tell her.

"I can delay the wedding but I can't stop it. The witches want us to all work together. Having two different leaders isn't working anymore. We share this earth; we can't risk a war against our own kind." She tells me.