Imperfections of a Royal

15

The moment we stepped foot on the train, it immediately moved. Dad and Noah were pacing all over the train, Althea was silently crying and Ford was praying.

"Ruthy!"

Dad and Althea embraced me.

"Are you hurt? Why is there blood on you?" Dad frantically asked.

"I just hurt my ankle, but..."

I looked behind me and Saint was carrying Angelo.

"Oh my god." Dad whispered then came to help Saint.

"Your Majesty..." Saint said.

"Please, let me help you. You're our family, remember?"

Dad and Saint lay Angelo on the floor. He was still conscious and he was holding down my handkerchief on his wound.

Dad stood then went to the other side of the train. I knelt beside Angelo then held his hand.

"You're gonna be okay." I said.

Saint looked at me, worried about the people around us. I didn't care. I finally didn't care. He was dying in front me, I have no time to pretend anymore.

Althea knelt beside me too. "Is he going to be okay?" She asked.

I nodded. "He needs to be or I'm suspending him." I joked.

Angelo softly chuckled.

Dad came back with a doctor. There was a doctor and police on board with us already when we left the palace.

"I don't have the proper surgical tools for a gunshot but I can clean the wound and stable him for a while." The doctor said.

"Please, do every means." Dad said.

When the doctor finally took over, I stood then hugged Dad.

"You were so brave back there, my princess." He whispered at me.

"I couldn't just leave him there. If he wasn't our guard, he's still part of the people of my country."

"You did the right thing. I'm glad you're safe."

Saint stood then talked to the police. "The terrorists that attacked us were from the South. They had someone linger around the bakery when word spread about the King's visit." He explained.

Saint turned to Dad and gave a salute. "One of our men couldn't make it, Your Majesty."