The poor man looked like he was about to wet himself. It probably didn’t help that I had a black sword, radiating magic strapped to my back. Taking a slight pity on him, I gave him another smile and calmly said, "Queen or Queen Morgana is fine. You have nothing to fear from me." Even if I despised some of the articles The Prophet has released over the years. Which might be more because of Skeeter than the other journalists and employees. I looked down at the nameplate on his desk and added, "Nathan Lewis."