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Amy, Geneva, Gideon and Margritta stood in front of the steps. Former King Antonius stood behind them. Beyond the gathered group were the Old Council mages, their faces emotionless. The light pouring from the ceiling made dust motes in the air visible. The sun was making its way up to the middle of the domed sky as the afternoon neared. King Henri was sat on the ruby throne, his hands on top of the arm rests. He was regarding his audience with an emotion that Amy thought was hard to decipher. Beside him was Queen Riviera, no longer seated on the smaller throne. She was standing to the left of the new King. “Duchess,” announced Queen Riviera, “Your time is nigh. Come forth.” Amy was startled. She looked to Geneva for reassurance. Surprisingly, the Swan smiled at her as though approving.