Nicholas stepped towards Guinevere. "Guinevere, if they are on their way then we need to move you before they arrive."
Possessed Guinevere blinked at him.
The blink was slow. Unimpressed. The blink of an ancient queen, or a being, or whatever the hell was driving Guinevere's body right now, who disagreed with that statement.
"I am not leaving while this vile abomination lies in my Keep," she said after a moment.
My Keep.
A smile broke across the Dragon King's face. It faded as quickly as it arrived because his wife may or may not have invited Luminari into his Keep after he explicitly told the Luminari they were not permitted to enter his Keep or it would be considered an act of war.
"Did you contact them?" he asked.
"No. They were already on their way," she replied.
"Ryker. Security. Now."
