My father reached forward placing the patch onto the boy's shoulder, after the patch was securely placed. My father announced. "Sir. Elias of Islaraven, thank you for your service." Elias was Frances brother's name, I couldn't help but ponder if the dark haired man was his brother. The ceremony came to an end quickly and once it had concluded everyone left the room.
My father looked at me and said, "we need to make our way to the armoury. We will go over the plans for war with you Azalia." I was astonished at how big the armoury room was, shelves filled the walls. Different mideval instruments of distruction were displayed on the shelves.
My father directed me over to the large table that had sketched map drawings placed all across it. There were plans with current ideas written messily along the sides. I could see a list of possible issues and what the kingdom and realms listed as requirements to help us during the war.
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The Diary Of Princess Azalia - Part One
FantasyAzalia a nineteen year old girl who has had a relatively normal life so far, start's to face some difficulty when she has to start saving up for college. Azalia does the unspeakable work for the most hated man in her city, Ben Razalia the owner of t...
