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Asran was called down to the throne room. The maid hadn't told him the reason why, and he felt a bit nervous. Still, he pushed the ornately carved wooden doors open, hesitantly walking through them.
he saw azi with his mother and asrans father
"HF-"
His eyes widened, confused and concerned
(A.F) "asran...we are making an arrangement, to stop this horrid war and save our kingdom"
(A>F) "the queen has offered her sons, prince Azierial, hand in marrige..."
"...."
His lips parted, in shock as he processed this, eyes big as dinner plates
(AF) "you two mingle while i sort things out with the queen here"
azi walked up and waved, awkwardly smiling, nervous
"...I-I-"
(AF) "G o."
"i t t think we should-"
He was already scurrying out, overwhelmed and needing to process-his wings fluttered anxiously, making him move faster-and he was-real fast-
