Just as Andre had predicted, King Oberon sent for them later that night. However, Maxi was like a mother hen, fussing over Azula and telling her what not to do while the servants dressed her for the meeting.
Unfortunately, Maxi’s constant chatter grated on Azula’s nerves. If it weren’t for Maxi’s importance to Prince Aldric and the endearing Issac, she might have entertained the thought of burning her to a crisp. But then, she couldn’t do that. Not in front of the servants anyway, and risk revealing what she was.
"Remember, don’t speak unless spoken to," Maxi fretted, adjusting a fold in Azula’s dress. "And please, for the love of all that is sacred, don’t make direct eye contact with King Oberon unless he addresses you directly."
Azula clenched her jaw, biting back a retort. She knew Maxi meant well, but the endless stream of warnings was pushing her patience to the limit. Even as daring as Azula was, she wasn’t suicidal.
Sure, she could fight Oberon if push comes to shove, but the Fae had years of battle experience and ability. Not to mention, he had the entire kingdom at his beck and call. Azula could fight one Fae, not thousands of them.
Moreover, what Aldric and the others don’t know was the fact that she was still recuperating. Islinda’s consciousness in this body has halved her powers and she wasn’t as strong as before. With years of being dormant and existing in the void, she might as well have gone past her prime. She could never engage the king in a fight, rather flee for her life.
"And keep your answers short and respectful," Maxi continued, oblivious to Azula’s growing irritation. "King Oberon has a keen sense for deceit, so be honest but careful."
"Fine." She said in a sing song, hinting at her growing annoyance.
Maxi ignored her tone, continuing to day, "And don’t forget to—"
"Maxi, enough," Azula snapped, unable to hold back her frustration any longer. "I get it. I’ll behave. Isn’t that the point of the whole deal?" She subtly pointed out the deal she had with Aldric.
Maxi blinked, taken aback by the sharpness in Azula’s voice, but she quickly recovered. "I’m just trying to make sure you understand what you’re going into."
"Crystal clear. Now stop bothering me, Mama." She teased her.
Maxi rolled her eyes, giving her the space she needed.
The servants finished their work, and Azula took one last look at herself in the mirror.
"You look perfect," Maxi pointed out.
Azula looked every bit the part of a noble guest, if not the very bit like Islinda. But inside she felt like a caged beast. This was not her style, however, it was not like she had a choice.
She followed Maxi out of the room and down the corridors of the palace. The walk to the throne room was quite tense with Maxi keeping a worried eye on her, while Azula kept her emotions tightly in check.
This was the moment they had been waiting for.
The palace was grand and imposing, every corner a reminder of King Oberon’s power. As they approached the grand hall, Azula could feel the eyes of the palace guards on them, their expressions unreadable. They stood so still they could easily be mistaken for statues.
They were the King’s inner guards and Azula could feel their intense gazes, scrutinizing every move they made incase they had intent to harm the king. It was quite unnerving.
The most nervous person was Maxi. She was well aware of Fae strong enough to see through glamors. She was playing a risky game here by daring to step into king Oberon’s palace with her identity as a dark Fae. It was like offering herself up like a piece of sacrifice.
Unfortunately, she was a soldier and this was her duty. She would not run away from danger when she had made up her mind to serve Prince Aldric to the end. If she perishes, then so be her fate. She would be sorry for leaving Issac for sure, but even he too understood what the job entailed. They were soldiers after all. Now, Maxi could only hope that the glamor holds or the king is too enamored with Azula to notice her.
When they reached the throne room, the doors swung open, revealing King Oberon seated on his throne, his piercing gaze fixed on them.
Damn, he really was expecting them.
King Oberon’s aura filled the room like a tangible weight pressing down on them.
Maxi bowed deeply, and Azula followed suit, her heart strangely pounding in her chest.
"Your Majesty," Azula began, her voice steady despite the tension in the air. "I am here."
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