"Kayra."
Javier called, both hands clasped behind his back, his posture straight and his expression serious, the playful prince gone, replaced by the crown's representative.
"Yes, Your Highness…" Kayra bowed gracefully, while her daughter hugged her thigh. Cliff and the other escorts followed with respectful bows of their own.
"We'll be traveling in this." Javier gestured toward the massive drone. "My time is valuable, and Tybalt doesn't have time to waste. Every hour we delay is another hour Garka and Turka advance."
"As you wish, Your Highness." Kayra said with another bow.
"Mm. Now tell your men to climb up and fasten their seatbelts. We're leaving." Javier turned and climbed up the GAASAD's ramp without looking back.
Kayra followed, helping her daughter up the ramp, and her eyes widened as she stepped inside.
Princess Felicia and Princess Mimi of the Beastkin Nation… and Princess Delya of the Demon Nation… are with him?
