Two futures meet, and one remains

They are loyal to the Armada.

It was a statement that Azure could not refute. Absolute loyalty was what he'd always wished for... though he'd wished for loyalty to him, not simply to the crown. He shifted, muscles clenching, claws raking through the grass. Basilisk had made his choice and Azure felt loss.

There's more.  

Az's torn ears twitched, his jaw tight. What more could there possibly be? Basilisk's hesitation was hard to miss, and Azure braced himself for more.

Oh.

Sirius was to retire? Why? Disgust brought his lip to curl - it was that bitch's influence, wasn't it? How sad it was that the mighty Warlord would be brought down by something as common as a rebound. His head shook slightly, a sigh upon his lips. The Armada would benefit, at least, as Basilisk took the throne. Az's brows furrowed at the thought. He wasn't ready. That much was clear. Hazel and Spider were loyal to the Armada - so loyal, that Bas could not tempt them away - but was Bas? Just days ago the boy was insistent on joining him.... and Az had commanded him away.

"I see." He spoke softly, contemplative. "And you will accept the position." It was a question, posed as a statement.