Enchanted Royalty

Chapter 11

Madeline-

I was forced on bed rest for the next two days, Alexander left the morning after I was shot, promising me he'd be back in a month so we can spend some real time together. I told him I couldn't wait. I was healed fully thanks to Michelle but I kept bandages wrapped around my arm just for show, I couldn't tell everyone I was magically healed over night. 

"You're still all over the newspaper Madeline." Grace said, I shrugged.

"What do you expect, not every day does the future queen gets almost assinated." 

"I think everyone's more impressed that you took him down before your own guards." Elijah said, as he used the syrup bottle to make a smile face on his pancakes.

"Are you twevle?" I asked him,

"Can you just not judge me for making a smilie face?" He asked, flicking me off.

"Elijah Ayer!" Mum hissed, Elijah jumped almost like he forgot our parents were there.

"Sorry Mum." 

"We're going to need you to do a press conference Madeline, everyone wants to hear you speak, tell them you're okay, and this assassin isn't going to scare you." Dad said, I nodded.

"I was thinking off doing the same thing. Can you see if you can schedule one for this afternoon today?" He nodded, cutting into a peice of bacon. He never used his fingers to eat them, they were too greasy for him. There was a knock on the door before a butler, Tom, entered, he bowed and whispered something to my father.

"Let him come in." Tom nodded, he rushed back out and Michael walked back in with the head of security for the palace and guards, Caleb Cononley. They both bowed at us before Caleb came forward.

"Your Magesty, I have some news about our prisioner, Adrian Wesley." I put my knife and fork down, staring at the guard.

"What's the news?"

"He wants to talk to Princess Madeline, he wants to talk to you your highness." He said, saying the last part to me.

"No, she's not going to meet with him." Dad said, 

"No, I will meet with him. Your Majesty, I want to talk to him. He's clearly wants to say something." My father pursed his lips, shaking his head.

"It's to dangerous."

"Why would it be? He's going to be locked up."

"He tired to kill you," Dad said, slamming his fist on the table, the plates rattled, the tea in my cup almost spilled over the rim.

"But he didn't! And I'm going to have the guards with me. I have my gun, and knife hidden on me." I explained, my dad signed before looking up at Michael.

"Don't worry your majesty, I will be in the room with her." 

"Fine," My father huffed, I whipped my mouth with my napkin and stood up. I kissed my father on the forehead before nodding at the guards.

"Let's go."

"Right this way your highness." Caleb said, I followed him out. They were keeping him in a jail house close to the castle until he's moved into a prison after he's trial of course. I was handed a jacket, a large scarf to cover my face, and a hat for my hair so no reporter can see me leave just yet. We walked through the back of the castle, and got into a car we always used in case we needed to sneak out of the castle without being caught. 

15 minutes later, we walked into the jail house, I was signed in, and then showed into a small room. It had white walls, with a brown desk that had uneven legs, probably to make the prisoner as annoyed as possible, and had dark black carpet. Michael sat down next to me, promising that the Adrian Wesley wont harm me in anyway. The door opened and Adrian Weasley walked in or more like he was rolled in on a wheelchair, his legs were all bandage up, thanks to me of course. He was an older man, probably in his late 50's early 60's. He had a bald spot on the top of his head, but the rest of it was white and very thin. He was scrawny and looked even smaller with the chains wrapped around his stomach, and hands. 

"Madeline Ayer," Adrain said,

"You will address he as Princess Madeline Ayer or your highness. You will show her respect." Michael said, narrowing his eyes at Adrian.

"Alright, Princess Madeline." He said, but his voice was laced with hate. 

"You asked to see me?" 

"Yes, I wanted to see the Princess one last time." He grinned, his teeth were an ugly yellow color.

"What does that mean?" Michael asked, the way he was saying it, it made it sound like someone else was going to come after me.

"It could mean numerous things. It could mean that I could die during my time waiting to be sentenced. I'm an old man."

"Not that old." I said, 

"It could mean that I'll be killed during prison, you have millions of supports obviously. You're a pretty princess, a fun thing to look at." He said, he swept his gaze over me, his eyes landed on my chest, his smirk deepening. I wanted to throw up. 

Michael glared at him, taking out the knife from his pocket, slamming it on the table, the tip of the blade digging into the table.

"I could gut you with my knife in the blink of an eye and you wouldn't even be able to scream, you'll already be dead." 

"Okay, okay, you're a very angry man you know that?" Adrain laughed, 

"There's another reason I could have said that. I might not be alone; I might have others who have the same opinion. Who might also want to hurt you." 

"Why? What the hell have I ever done? Why do you want me dead?" I yelled; I wasn't scared of this man threatening me. It was almost laughable how he thinks he could kill me so easily. 

"A women shouldn't rule, you aren't like us, like a man. Your father was fit for the job, he was a man. He doesn't have the threat of hormones hanging over us or threaten to send us to a war because some prince breaks your heart. My only regret is that I failed." He hissed; I shook my head in disbelief.

"There's no way you want me dead because I am a woman. You are fucked up in the head!" I couldn't believe what I was hearing, he did all this because I am a woman? 

"I'm not the only one who feels like this. You are no more than just a hot piece of -" 

"Shut your mouth! We've heard all we need. You're going to jail for the rest of your pathetic life." Michael said, he grabbed my arm pulling me up to my feet and shoving me out of the room. The only thing we heard when we shut the door behind us was his crazed laugh.

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"So, you're saying that there's more people trying to hurt my daughter?" My father said, we sat in his office after coming back from the jail house. Michael asked Caleb if he could tell the news to the King, and Caleb agreed. My mother and I sat on the couch, she had an arm wrapped around me, Elizabeth made us some tea, she handed me a cup, hoping it'll help sooth my nerves.

"Yes, we aren't sure how many. We do think it's a possible threat. Mr. Weasley seemed very sure that his friends are going to try and hurt Princess Madeline." 

"All because I'm women?" I said, I still couldn't believe it.

"Some people are just sick in the head." My mother said, I put my head on her shoulder, she rubbed my head, flattening my hair.

"I want the best protection for her...I want your brother." My father said,

"What?" I shouted, almost knocking over my cup of tea from how hard I jumped.

"Well, if you think about it. He can help, he made head of a department, the youngest head of Auror department ever. He's only 23. I looked into him a couple days after he moved here. He was the best Auror in America before he got the job. They said that he managed to apprehend almost 6 guys alone on one mission. I know it might be awkward for you Madeline, but once Michael teaches him how to use a gun. He'll be perfect for the job."

"It makes sense your majesty, I'll call him right away." Michael said, 

"Wait, did anyone ever think to ask me if I was okay with this?" I asked, I lifted my head off of my Mum's shoulder.

"Madeline, it's your life or hang out with an ex. What do you think is smarter?" My father said, I signed staring at my cup.

"Alright, call Draco, see what he says."