Thirty Six
Borlan’s Brooding
Back in Lorr Tower, King Borlan brooded and pouted in his penthouse suite. How lonely it felt without Mariah to talk to. Everything was going wrong. Everyone was against him. He’d lost his gold, his goblins, his magician, and now he’d lost Mariah. It was all Rothburn’s fault, and Elbore’s. And it was the Rhast’s fault and their pathetic goblins. He was on the verge of considering his own blame in the matter when the door opened and in walked Freedling.
“What do you want?” Borlan said.
“I’m sorry to interrupt you while you’re… moping, Your Majesty, but I have news.”
“What is it?”
“Rhast ships have been spotted near the coast, sir. They should reach land within the hour.”
Borlan nodded. “Good. Let’s see how they like their goblins when they explode.”
“Yes
