Azrel
“Father, please, we must talk.” Azrel had finally caught up with his father after his morning meeting with Kinth and the other ambassadors.
“Azrel we are on our way to arrange more military transfers from Kosha.” Islo brushed him aside.
Azrel stopped his father and the king finally noticed the look in his eye and shooed the other ambassadors along. Once Azrel made sure they were alone in the hall, he started.
“I am having trouble with the spirit that resides inside me.”
Islo made no indication of surprise, he stroked his beard thoughtfully.
“That is not unusual at this early stage. It can feel overwhelming with all the power inside you. I had the same feeling when I was your age.” His father brushed him off again and began trying to catch up with his royal party. “When you find your anchor the crow will become as calm as you are.”