SLIDING CROWNS

The queen had been dwelling on her tedious decisions for a long while. She had decided to pass her throne on. Everyone but the wolf she would call forward, she didn't trust to lead her empire into greatness. What better wolf to give it too, then a wolf who had defended her honor in blood. Her fight during the death battle of her father, had left Roman impressed in her capabilites. Thus solidifying her decision, and the absolute faith she had in the red and white she-wolf- no the red and white future queen. Roman only hoped she would accept her offering of a throne. The Armada needed an escape. The loss of her children. The cold betrayal of her foolish pack- she was torn between riding the world she lived in of their vermin blood- or leaving to find herself. Perhaps she would do better to find a home more suited to a wolf of her caliber? A wolf of her ambition. A soft melodic howl would leave her, as she called for Azalea Adravendi. An Armada wolf passing her throne willingly to an Adravendi- would the world survive such a change?