"Understood. We are not so proud We must have people injure themselves on Our behalf." She looked at the kneeling guards. "When a squad of the royal guards rides at double time out of the palace grounds, We worry for the safety of our son."
"His Highness is safe and well, Your Majesty. I am told that he remained to coordinate rescue efforts."
"We are relieved." Her Majesty Wilhemeena, Queen of Anglia walked over to examine Cal. "You must be Commander Shillingsworth. Hubert insisted a commission and a new branch of the Navy was essential for your success." She reached out and touched the jacket. "James, ask Cianna to attend with more suitable clothes for the Commander. Something easy to dress in, we don't want to undo Dr. Grant's good work."
"Now, Commander. Report." The Queen met Cal's eyes, her gaze as sharp as a sword.