Robinsdale is under siege.
The words echoed in Amy's head. Earlier she wanted to exit the room because of the horrific discussions inside, but outside, the stories were a reality. She looked at the Duke.
"When did you receive the raven, Mathilde?" asked Duke Henri, his face an unpaintable portrait.
"Just now, Your Grace. Just now," said Mathilde, still out of breath. "I was about to retreat to my chamber when the guard on-post at the doors told me there was a raven from Luxdale. I ran here as soon as I read it." The elderly courtier's face was damp with large beads of sweat, and her eyes were teary. She was looking at Ser Gideon, who stood motionless at the door.
"Let me see it," ordered the Duke.
Mathilde entered the room and held a rolled piece of paper over to the Duke. She curtsie
