Empress Hekat wrote:Flare instinctively started for the forest, it turned before as she realized their wasn't anyone their thT cared. She picked up her pace to a canter, keeping it even.
Clea nodded, offering a small smile as she started forward.
(Hem Story,
Throne Wars
Long ago, their live two kingdoms to be united through the Marriage of two unborn children. Queen Azala was hesitant of giving her unborn girl, her Princess to a kingdom that was ruled upon ale and commoners. The protective mother in every manor. Queen Azala ruled along side her husband, King Frul. King Frul ruled Et-Frul, and commanded the people of his kingdom with peace, but a heavy iron fist for wrong doers. The king knew Azala was reluctant to give their child, and it saddened his own to know his little girl would be given to a man whom she hadn't met or known before.
"Those Petican's don't deceive Azeban, Frul. I won't have my little Aze given to men who are Drunk out of their minds half of the time!" Azala cried, her tear stained face twisted with rage, pity, and fear for their daughter. Her hair was like Crimson fire, lining her face in an ominous glaze. Her eyes were pools of Jade, a fierce fire underneath despit it's color.
Frul nodded, banging his fist on the table. "I know, my love. But it is the only way. If we do-"
"If we don't we can find better men!" Azala cut him short, despite his burning anger. She hated when be had used words to tone her anger into place.
"Azala, if we do not unite Peticans and Et-Frul, our borders will collapse, trading will cease and people will starve! Do you want that for Azeban? Or would you rather let everyone else starve?" His soft brown eyes preuptious for her answer. He flashed his eyes to his regal stand beside the door, hands clasped behind his back in total peace. How Frul wished he could be a simple butler.
"Let those people starve, Frul. What matters here is Azeban, and a careless father." Azala whispered, her Jade eyes flashed daggers, and stomped from the door. Moments later, two sets of oak doors slammed shut and the distinct sounds of spooked horses as Azala headed for the country side.
"Selo, make sure no one brothers Her Majesty or The Princess on matters of today." He said, rubbing a hand over his face.
"If I may offer a word of advice, Your Highness." Selo spoke, confidently laying his hand on Fruls shoulder. "Perhaps Miss. Azala is right. Pelican's have overloads of Ale, and insubstantial amounts of commoners. Maybe sending someone out to scour the city would be a best effort to procuring The Pricess' position and Her Majesties Anger." Selo spoke. His own blue eyes set on two marble states in the distance. While Frul nodded and withdrew, Selo took to cleaning up the mess The Monachs had left, his mind reeling.
((Mind if I just point out a few things? :3 Miss doesnt have a period after it, just a name. Example: Miss Azala
I also noticed you like capitalizing color names xD You might wanna go through and change that. xD There are also some minor spelling mistakes. Ill bold and underline them :3 Also, a few puncuation marks. I think thats all. xD Oh. I think you meant Peticans, right? xD
