“Your Majesty,” a new voice demanded attention, a note of challenge in the deep tones.
They came to a stop in front of a tall, black-haired male dressed in ceremonial plate armor. He had the polished good looks of a model or intergalactic screen star, his handsome features currently twisted in an expression of distaste as he looked at the Warborne crew like they were something nasty he’d scraped off his boot.
“General Kaler,” the princess said with a cool nod, her amiable and bubbly personality disappearing. “How nice of you to finally join us.”
“Had I been aware of the real location of this meeting,” the general bristled, “I would have been early enough to talk you out of this… this stupidity!”
Oh my, the pretty-boy general definitely had a tick under his scales about something. Zad h
