972 Send The Guests Home

"Can you make those planes in gold and blue so that everyone knows they belong to the Royal Palace?" King Petros asked.

"Of course. If you show me your Royal Sigil, I can even display it on the side, the same as you do for carriages so that there is no mistake as to who they are representing." Wolfe agreed.

The two artificers who had lost the contest for the front seat were waiting impatiently for the new planes to be created so they could take them on a test flight of their own, and even as Petros took out the Royal Sigil, Wolfe could see them vibrating with pent-up energy.

"You might as well take a short run if you're that nervous and excited. Piloting takes steady hands, and the Witches will yell at you if you're too hyper." Wolfe informed them.

The twins were actually a hyper pair themselves and wouldn't mind, but the trolls would be annoyed, as they liked peace, quiet, and bridges.