“My lord. The furnace thirteen just went down.”
N’atas slammed a tight fist onto the top of his brimstone table, the others in the room still continuing on with the meeting as if nothing had happened. They were good patsies. They do well with what they are told. He expected as much from his sons. But that’s not what he needed right now. He’d made a mistake and he was finally ready to admit that.
“We have to get her back, but she mustn’t know the plan.”
“Understood my Lord.”
Leaning back in his chair, N’atas accepted that his kingdom needed his daughter. In the end, the only one who can save them now was the burning queen.