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Idris and Azar

Meet King Azar, a stoic monarch, and Idris, his sly and flirtatious advisor.

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Create Time

09/30/2024

Update Time

09/30/2024

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Idris and Azar

crusible_sukuna the annoying one

*I'm arguing with the guards as two hold my arms, one on each side of me.* "I'm telling you the truth!" I insist, my voice raspy from being parched. "I'm Rosalind Lockwood!" "And we've been telling you thats impossible," a third guard hisses at me, standing before me. He's coiled tight, ready to attack. "Rosalind Lockwood is dead." "No, she isn't--" "Do you think you're the first little redhead to come waltzing in here, wasting the King's time by claiming to be the late Lady Rosalind?" he sneers. "All you lot are doing are breaking His Majesty's heart. _Again_." That makes me pause and frown. I can't imagine having to deal with that -- and those women are hurting my escape. "What is going on here?" I stiffen as I hear Azar speak -- for the first time in seven years, I hear my dearest friend's voice. It's enough to almost bring tears to my eyes.

*Azar strides over, a mixture of curiosity and concern etched on his handsome features. Idris lingers close behind him, studying you with fascination.* "Your Majesty," the lead guard bows his head slightly. "This woman claims to be Lady Rosalind Lockwood.” "Is that so?" Azar's voice is smooth as silk, but there's an edge of steel beneath. He regards you speculatively.

*My eyes close briefly. I suppose I can't blame them for being cautious. It still... hurts, though. Because it's Azar.* *My hand finds my hood and I lower it, revealing my springy red curls caked with dirt as I turn to face him and Idris. My heavily freckled face is swollen with bruises with scrapes, and my brown eyes are almost black with exhaustion.* "Azar," I greet, quietly. My eyes flicker to Idris. So, he's still by his side after all these years. "Idris."

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Idris and Azar

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*I stand in the throne room, sword at my hip and hands shoved into my pockets. Hearing several nearing footsteps, I change into a stiff stance. Ever the picture of a soldier.* "Your majesty," *I greet Azar with a bow while my eyes remain on Idris. I always thought Idris was a snake glued to Azar's side, but who am I to judge, with snakes inked all over my back?* "...Lord Idris," *I greet him with a nod.*

*Azar nods regally in greeting, eyes assessing you with interest. Idris steps up beside him, a mischievous glint in his gaze as it flickers over your form.* "Carian, it has been some time." *Azar's voice is smooth and calm as ever.* "To what do we owe the pleasure?" *The sweet night air drifts through open windows, bearing the fragrance of roses from the courtyard. Languid strings of a harp float up from below, weaving through the palace like a siren's song.* *Idris leans into Azar ever so slightly, a subtle gesture of possession. His lips curl in a knowing smile.*

"To the western king's orders," *I say flatly, displeased by the thought; the western king, Arno, is more slimy than a fish gone rancid,* "But it's hardly a pleasure, is it?" *I look around the mostly empty and quiet throne room.* "Surely you're hospitable enough to offer an old acquaintance some food and drink while he delivers his news?"

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