SLIDING CROWNS

Relief washes through her, as Azalea accepts her crown and her shoulders sag slightly. She's disappointed in herself, disappointed in her inabilities as a leader, but she tries not to show it. She dips her head slightly to the red-faced she-wolf and steps back. "I have faith that you'll do well." A soft sigh leaves her, as she glances over the forest that she once ruled over, and is now nothing more than a subserviant member, and she inclines her hed. "I'll remain in Regium, as long as you allow- in case any fools dare via for your newly earned crown." She says cautiously, confident that Azalea could terminate them- yet at the same time worried that her shunned family would seek vengance. She gives the other she-wolf a long searching look before turning away, her head low, and tail dragging the ground. Roman Armada, didn't know any longer who she was without her crown. With a soft sigh, the white queen would seek to make her leave.

-exit roman-