Queen Azura stood next to her most trusted wolf. His coat was more gray than brown, streaked with age. Despite the fact that he was younger than his Queen.
Her black hair fluttered in the ocean winds. Her blue eyes shimmered as she looked at the large body of water.
[Are you certain, my liege?]
His voice echoed in her head, and she looked down at him. "It's about time, Rudor. Wouldn't you say it took too long? I should have done it that night."
[You would wipe out the whole kingdom?]
"You sound horrified."
[I am.]
"I am not. One might even say I have been quite merciful."
[Indeed you have, my liege.]
"Then why do you ask about my certainty?"
[I apologize, my liege. I just can't help but have hope. If you wipe them all out, it erases that hope.]
"You saw it too, didn't you? My emerald necklace?"
[Yes, I did.]
"You tried to confirm its authenticity, didn't you?"
[That I did.]
"And what was your verdict?"
[It is your emerald necklace.]
