The rumbling of the fire that devastated the barracks subsided. Amy and Geneva brought Henri to the makeshift dome that the Swan had conjured from her magical vines. After settling in, they laid the unconscious King down on one of the marble slabs of the plaza.
“I thought that the Robinsdale city was fortified by the Old Council? How was an attack on the barracks possible?” asked Amy as she knelt beside the King.
Geneva wiped the beads of sweat on her forehead. “Yes, the city was fortified by the Old Council against attacks from the outside. This siege only means one thing,” she said, pausing to look at Amy. “This attack was made from the inside. There is a traitor among us.”
Amy’s eyes widened and her heart pounded in her chest, but she was spared from remarking as the old Mathilde ca
