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Jan. 3rd, 2008 05:21 pmAzkedillia sat at the conference table with her parents, her sister, and their closest advisors. Some were DG's companions during her return to the OZ. Others were people who had survived the witch's reign. No one looked at her as if she didn't belong. Many of them asked her opinion. Some of them even did so about things beyond the lingering influence of the witch's touch.
Through all the questions and discussions there was one clear assumption. Azkedillia was not heir to the throne. It remained to see if DG would be. She was still settling in and finding her feet. Her choice of consort would make a difference. After everything that had happened, nothing could be counted on. There were people who thought DG might leave, might go back to the Outer Realm.
Azkedillia listened to the latest round of tributes being offered from around the OZ and sighed softly. None of it was for her and it never would be. She caught DG's questioning expression and smiled. She didn't want a bit of it. Not one tiny bit.
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Through all the questions and discussions there was one clear assumption. Azkedillia was not heir to the throne. It remained to see if DG would be. She was still settling in and finding her feet. Her choice of consort would make a difference. After everything that had happened, nothing could be counted on. There were people who thought DG might leave, might go back to the Outer Realm.
Azkedillia listened to the latest round of tributes being offered from around the OZ and sighed softly. None of it was for her and it never would be. She caught DG's questioning expression and smiled. She didn't want a bit of it. Not one tiny bit.
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