The queen was a beauty to behold. They all stilled with the swords in their hands, gawking at her. They had never seen a woman so scantily dressed, let alone a queen. They blinked once and then twice as if to test that they were not hallucinating. As for Rolfe, his heart thudded like it was going to leap out of its ribcage. "Sweet mother of demons!" he muttered. Was he dreaming? How was this possible? He was surely having delusions.
When realization hit, Rolfe growled. He growled like a beast. His treasure, his possession was— "Everyone. Leave, now!" Rolfe ordered but before they could leave, he snapped his fingers. The guards found themselves tossed in the garden under a pouring sky.
"Rolfy!" Iona shouted as she spread her arms to him with a wide grin. And Rolfy, he dropped his sword to the ground, tore the box and swooped at his wife.
"Iona!" he scooped her in his arms and pressed her against his chest. "Pinch me. I hope I am not dreaming!" he said.
