The noble woman shook her head. "No, I won't dare argue. If you think it's a good idea, then it must be." She then stood, looked at Ganta one time, and then turned to leave.
While talking with Ganta is one thing, talking with Arad was a whole can of worms that she didn't want to sink her hands into. One wrong word, one wrong gesture, and one wrong glance could land her in boiling hot waters.
Ganta gave the woman a single glance and turned to Arad. "You were listening?"
"Not by choice, my ears are just that good." He smiled. "You don't have to worry about your kingdom. I got a plan that might work, but we'll still need to consult Isdis and Roberta."
The two of them walked back to the throne, where Ganta's empty seat awaited her. There was a total of five thrones, one for Arad, one for Aella, one for Ganta, one for Lexi, and lastly a tiny throne suitable for dolls, which Ganta presumed belonged to Zephyr.
