'The Great Mother of this Realm herself, lady Chelsea.' The two men thought, entering the portal afterwards. The third Prince first, and Albert after. Tiara being the last one to enter.
'I wonder what lady Cheryl will have to say to these two men. It's been a hundred years since I've last seen the old man.' She thought, skipping into the portal itself while willing it to close itself.
And once she entered, she reappeared within an elegant room, where a single table stood at the center of everything, while groups of couches sat around it. Upon the table, were all kinds of delicacies, and at the most elegant couch, sat Cheryl, with her reinforced beauty.
"Greetings, gentlemen. Greetings sir Albert, it's been quite a while." She said, her smile brightening the whole room and snatching away the breathes of the two Gods.
