If you want to execute a covert, highly classified operation in the Warlord estate, you do not do it during the day. You do it at three in the morning, when the Sovereign is fast asleep.
The armory was lit by a single, glowing blue crystal. Standing around a heavy oak table were the four most dangerous men on the continent.
Caspian, King of the Deep, stood at the head of the table. He unrolled a massive, incredibly detailed architectural blueprint, smoothing the edges flat with his hands. His teal eyes were sharp and entirely focused.
"We have exactly four hours before the sun rises," Caspian whispered, tapping the parchment. "The structural materials have been hidden in the western courtyard. If we move quickly, the foundation can be laid and the glass installed before Primrose wakes up to start the morning fires."
Rurik leaned over the table, squinting his golden eyes at the complex schematic. He had brought his battle-axe, fully expecting a raid.
