Roosevelt closed his eyes for a moment, then reached for a letter lying on the desk.
It bore a royal seal carved from ice.
The Ice Elves.
He opened it carefully and read through the elegant script. The letter was from Queen Alvera of the Ice Elves. It spoke of support, of reinforcements, and of standing together against Nightstar.
A slow smirk appeared on Roosevelt's face as he finished reading.
"So," he muttered, folding the letter. "It's time to act."
He looked up sharply.
"Martina."
"Yes?" she replied at once.
"Push the secret plan forward," he said firmly. "We need to start pressing Nightstar along the borders."
He paused, then added, "Also, ask Kael to quickly break through before coming back."
If Kael had heard that line, he would have slapped Roosevelt across the face and cursed him without hesitation.
What the fuck do you mean by breakthrough? You wouldn't even be standing here without everyone else's help, you asshole.
Martina stared at Roosevelt in disbelief.
