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The phone rang, breaking the silence in the room. Raphael sat alone in his study. He hadn’t been in the mood to have a formal court, so he dismissed everyone.
He picked up the ornate desk phone. “What?” His voice was a barely-concealed growl.
“Your Majesty, we have the package.” The person on the other end cut straight to the point.
Finally, something was going right. Raphael smiled in satisfaction. “Was the message delivered?”
“Yes, it was. There is considerable activity on the queen’s estate.”
“Good. Keep me informed of your progress.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
Raphael hung up the phone. Now, all they had to do was grab the ice dragon when she emerged from the catacombs with the crown. Then he could go forward with the rest of his plans.