Before I went to university, I was always keen on making statements on such public occasions. But because of the constant presence of the masses, which caused a lot of inconvenience in my private life, I reduced the frequency of such occasions now. After my marriage I gave birth to Emma, and after that I even disappeared almost completely from such press conferences.
Whether from my personal experience, or from some articles I'd read about public speaking, there were a couple of things that stuck out.
Most importantly, never should that confident smile waver.
"Yes, you in the navy blue suit." I pointed at one of the journalists who had his hands up.
"We would like to hear your take regarding all the news about you that’s spreading through the internet."
I let out a small breath before I began to speak. "It might not be so easy to tell a lie apart from the truth, especially when it is being perpetuated in this way, but all of it is false."
I paused. "I am divorced."
The effect it had on the room was quite clear. Most of them probably hadn’t been expecting it. I went on with what I’d been saying.
"Everything circulating the internet about me, both malicious and vile, are all a false misinterpretation. And the mastermind behind this is none other than the mistress of my ex-husband."
"So what you’re saying that it’s all false?" A woman at the front asked.
"Yes," Thea nodded. "All of it."
I watched as they hurriedly wrote down some of what I’d said. Some of the older journalists at the back were staring inquisitively at me.
I tried not to squirm under their gaze. There was a glint of recognition in their eyes as they continued to regard me.
No doubt they must have already pieced the puzzle of my identity together.
"Thank you for your response to the matter, Miss Thea." One of the older journalists said.
"Of course," I smiled. "I’m just glad I get to clear things up to all of you present here and hopefully give you a clearer picture of what it really is."
"But Miss Thea," A young man at the front raised his hand to speak. There was an air of cockiness surrounding him as he spoke.
"Your daughter. Did you really turn a blind eye to the fact that she was being tormented at school?"
My breath hitched at his words. After the initial shock came a cold, icy anger. My eyes remained narrowed on him as he obliviously went on.
All through what they said, I could hear my name being repeated.
"She’s proven over and over again how deserving she is of that title of princess." One man said.
"So who the hell is she?"
"Who else could she be? The little princess who dared to defend Queen Luna at a banquet hosted by the Alpha King and openly accused the werewolf countess, where else could there be a second? You won’t find someone as brave as her just anywhere." Another man chimed in.
Their conversation was loud enough that everyone around them heard it.
Someone whispered, "Could she be the Blackwood's youngest daughter?"
"Hush - stop it now."
I couldn’t help the grin that fought its way to my lips. It turns out that in the five years since I got married and disappeared, these sharp-tongued journalists still remember me from my glorious days.
From the corner of my eyes, I could see Askhan and Haelor watching me.They looked at me exactly the same way we looked at each other when we were younger.

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