Amy landed on the ground, her knees bending a little. She looked to her right and sure enough, her husband the King was standing beside her, his fingers intertwined with hers. Looking over her shoulder, she saw the rest of the Gustavis and Luxdale court dwellers emerge from the whirling silver flames of the Queen Mother’s portal. As the last of the courtiers arrived, ushering the caravan of horses, Amy looked around. “Is this the new Robinsdale?” she asked.
King Henri offered her a small grin. “Yes, my Queen. This is the fortified city of Robindsale,” he said, gesturing his arm around to show her the new look of the city. The sun had fully set, plunging the surroundings into the darkness of the night, however, Amy didn’t have a hard time to take in the view. Robinsdale looked nothing lik
