"Are we just going to sit and watch this happen?" Elizabeth asked as she paced back and forth in front of her massive crystal throne.
Ibadon was seated on the crystal, his legs crossed and his cap pushed to the side beside him.
He didn't seem particularly worried about the turn of events that had been happening these past few days.
"Have you spoken with the Queen of Queens?" Ibadon asked, his dull red eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.
There were no dragon guards here. This throne hall was very quiet with just Ibadon and Elizabeth present.
This was a private discussion that shouldn't reach the ears of the ordinary dragons.
"No," Elizabeth shook her head with a look of dejection, "They probably know that we are planning on going full scale," She said.
"Very well then," Ibadon said lightly, "We can't expect them to involve themselves in our fight. At least, secure a batch of honey from them first."
