"This is a major waste of time and resources."
"We're following orders."
"Yeah but… orders can be wrong!"
Viscount Emberion Dross fixed his burning eyes on his sister, Prya. Both siblings sat on individual palanquins, held from below by numerous silent champions.
"He's never wrong."
Prya let out a sharp scoff.
"All this blind devotion isn't going to get you anywhere, Emberion. Father doesn't even look at you."
A cold glint flashed through Emberion's gaze, but he held his tongue. Prya had always been an explosive spirit, even amongst the blazing Redflames.
The air around her was already shimmering from the heat she was giving off.
"Use your brain for once!" Prya snapped, shaking her head.
"He sent two middlerank viscounts and their entire army to chase one brat who just ascended! Does that sound sane to you?"
"It is not our place to question him."
"This again…" she growled, hot steam bursting from her nostrils.
