Princess Azalia bowed her head slightly to her father, the King, before raising it and allowing her piercing eyes to settle upon his weak form. She took a few more steps closer to come to his bedside and accepted the note, skimming over it quickly. " Am I to show the Queen of Grimes?" She asked bluntly, her green orbs showing her confusion at Raziel's words. But her question was answered quickly and her interruption forgotten.
" You can tell her what you plan to do... or not, it's all up to you Azalia. Save the kingdom and the world for my sake. I leave this task to you."
She knelt on the ground, placing her hands around one of her fathers. " Father?" She asked, her calm giving way to the storm within. Worry surfaced as she gripped his hand tightly and Raziel laid back against the pillows, Azalia wondering if the end was even nearer for him this very day. She refused to say her farewell's, she hadn't with Zianro either, and would not take this as his end.
" I will speak with the Queen for you," she finally stated after a few moments, giving one more squeeze of his hand before kissing it lightly and letting go, and standing up again. " I shall do whatever I can to achieve the goals you have set before me."
With these few short words, Princess Azalia Finaliel of Finarin turned and walked back to the door before glancing back at her father's still form. " I love you," she murmured softly, so quiet as a tear ran down her cheek. This small betrayal of her now calm expression was wiped from her skin before she exited the room and strode meaningfully toward the throne room. She had a, most likely, frustrated Queen to placate.
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The large double doors opened as she drew closer and quickly passed through them, continuing until she reached the throne itself. Her eyes glanced behind it, searching the armrests for the secret switch her father's note spoke of. The note of which she still held in her hand. The Princess turned a few moments later, standing off on the one side and with her hand seemingly upon the armrest for strength, to look at the empty room and the large doors through which the Queen of Grimes was currently being brought through.
" Tarwethial Goldenblossom, your highness," a counsellor, who stood against the wall, stated as she made no sound. He appeared anxious before he continued his introduction, " The Queen of Grimes." He turned to the pale haired woman whose name he had just said and motioned to Azalia, " Her royal highness, Princess Azalia Finaliel of--" He was cut off as the Princess waved her free hand, note clutched tightly, in annoyance. " Yes, Rorin, we know each other's names already. Be silent or leave us." Her tone was sharp and commanding, not in the mood for the formalities as she stared at Tarwethial. The councillor, Rorin, bowed his head as his anxious eyes became more worried; Azalia never spoke to anyone like she had just done so.
" Your majesty," the Princess stated, tilting her head in respect toward the woman. " I apologize for the delay but my father is unwell and thus unable to speak with you. However," her green eyes were piercing as she stared over at the Queen. " I have been appointed by the King to take his place. Now," it appeared the woman was still anxious, " he has given me some instructions as to something that may help. Shall we find this weapon?" She wasn't even certain that was what it was but she knew that was how her father had seemed to write it; something that could be a weapon.