"You will arrive... Not as a king, but as a refugee."

Without a second to think, you thrust yourself into the portal, mere seconds before it ruptures. Despite everyone having months of planning, a single day of action didn't allow for any mistakes.

You made it through instantly, what seemed like a vast transportation tunnel around you, maybe described like in a sci-fi story you had read, was merely disorientation from the ordeal. Your body already sat in a grassy field.