"My King, the Wolves are prepared to make a preposition. they request a sitting with you..'' I look up at my warrior trying to maintain self-control. I was relieved. I was happy. the imagination of fighting against mine it was not something that sit right with me. and the other hand however I noticed how most of the princesses around. they were excited for a bottle. anything that would give them the opportunity to show just how much Of good Fighters they truly were. this is not what I wanted to see. a true Queen would not celebrate in the face of danger just because she got to look good. that was being selfish because being nothing but selfish. I wouldn't even be surprised if they ended up and injuring the lives of my people and the impressing me. I just hoped that Maria was not like this.