Azalea opened her eyes, down on all fours on the cold stone floor. She took a few moments to catch her breath and to let her headache to subside before she slowly rose from the ground. She glanced down, lifting the hem of her white skirt to look at her knees. On her right knee was a small misshapen circle, a bruise already beginning to form. She already always bruised easily. Azalea winced when you touched it, gently lowering her skirt before smoothing out the wrinkles in it. Her white hair framed her face as she stared down the fox boy who sat upon a throne. "Explain yourself." She spoke softly, nervously holding onto the boy's arm that had traveled into the other dimension with her.