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The sun had yet to rise over the cliffside when fur brushed against pale skin and a tongue lapped at the sleeping girls face. A hand lifted to push the nose from her face, but the stubborn animal wouldn’t move until the princess opened her eyes and looked at him. “What do you want Azazeal.” She grumbled, glaring at the wolfdog that was currently nuzzling against her side. The dog didn’t normally wake her up this early, not so long as the servants left them alone to speak. A while back the animal had woken up the girl in the middle of the night for her to find blood covering her sheets. A started scream and a near-death experience later, Talya was vomiting into the toilet while Klara called for the family doctor. 

This morning though, the large canine was only waking her because of yelling coming from down the hallway of the massive castle. Sophie and their shared mother must have been arguing again; the youngest of the girls taking it the hardest that Talya was being sent away, and their mother thinking that Talya was a curse upon them. Unlike her older sisters Klara and Nina, Talya was not elegant and reformed, Sophie idolising and taking after that example. It would be good for Queen Gavrilla to have Talya gone for good, so that the rebellious princess couldn’t influence her daughter's anymore. 

The girl rolled out of her bed, landing with a thud on the floor where she lay on her back with her arms spread, staring up at the ceiling until the dog was leaning over her again, concern in his eyes. He knew they were leaving and wasn’t fond of leaving the cold behind. Neither was Talya to be frank, but there wasn’t really anything she could do about it anymore. The people barely knew anything about it, and wouldn’t fight against the crown to keep her here, her sisters had no say and even King Ruslan wouldn’t go against his wifes wishes very often. With a sigh, Talya lifted herself off of the floor and began to get ready for her journey. 

Several days later, the princess found herself sitting in the back of a black SUV, three wolfdogs on the floor while she stared out the window in sheer boredom. She was dressed, one leg crossed over the other, hat sitting on the seat beside her. She was alone in the back of the vehicle, completely aware of how to protect herself, and knowing that there would be no bullet, blade or explosive that could break through the walls or windows of the vehicle. She preferred to be alone for the remainder of her freedom, a lion chained and sold to a circus. 

It wasn’t long before the line of trucks pulled over in front of the castle, the door opening for her to step out. Long legs emerged before torso and she dropped to the ground while the three animals jumped out beside her. The walkway was empty except for the men in suits around her, covering to make sure she was safe attending this. They would be here for a while, assuming that Talya lived through this little three month gathering. 

Long strides, confident swagger, a sway in her hips that just wouldn’t stop. The Zeassian walked into the court to find most of the royal children already mingling with one another. The King and Queen sat in their thrones, gifts on tables around them. It was unfortunate that her own gifts were living and required space. Luckily, she had already sent word to the kennel master about the wolves she intended to bring with her. She stopped in the middle of the room, the large black wolfdog standing beside her while the other two sat slightly in front of her. 

”I bring greetings from Ruslan and Gavrilla of Zeassa; regretfully they will not be able to attend the ball due to some unfortunate circumstances.”

The girl paused as she snapped her fingers beside her, the two wolfdogs in front of her standing and prowling towards the crown. Ears back, teeth barred, they stalked forward intent on their prey. With another snap they changed direction, no longer looking at the humans as if they were food. The animals were bred and trained to be larger than any other wolf in the world, loyal life companions. The two that now walked around the King and Queen to show off their pelts and rippling muscles, were a pair that had been mated and trained together as pups. They responded to commands well, recognizing their Alpha. 

”I bring Karn and Lillum; a mated pair of our companion animals, as a gift from my family. I will personally teach whomever you choose in handling the animals.”

And with that, the princess gave a slight bow and walked away from the center of the room. Azazeal went with her wherever she went, a shadow in her shadow as she walked through the crowds to find a rather plush chair to sit upon. She was tired from the jet lag, the time difference so massive that Sophie would be sleeping back home right now. The wolf sat beside her, his head resting on her thigh while she scanned the room for the figures she refused to study. Coming into this she knew next to nothing about anyone, expecting to learn from first hand experience on her way.
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