"Then we do both," he said. "At the same time. While we move on Lechia with our main forces, the smaller, precise unit will operate in the shadows."
The Empress's gaze sharpened slightly. "The prison break."
"Yes," he said.
He straightened, his voice firm with finality. "While we engage their attention on one front, we strike quietly on another. If either succeeds, we gain ground. If both succeed…" He let the thought finish itself.
"We shift the entire war, if both operations are successful" the Blackmare king said.
King Highmoor gave a small nod.
A brief silence followed before he continued.
"The breakout group will need a leader. Someone capable of making decisions without hesitation. Someone who can adapt inside hostile territory without support."
He did not look around the room.
He did not need to.
"Xavier will lead it," he said.
The name settled immediately.
