Crowned Upon

Chapter 7

Rosalie

Shit.

She was going to die. She was the princess. She couldn't die! She'd barely seen anything outside of the capital, let alone the palace walls! She'd never fallen in love, never been to a foreign country, never seen the ocean!

Rosalie had always known there was a possibility that she'd be assassinated. After all, she was a member of the royal family. It had happened to many before her, and would happen to many after her. But learning history and living in it were two very different things.

She held her breath as she waited for what was to come. Would he shoot her immediately? Kidnap her and hold her for ransom? Would her father even pay her ransom? Would he care if she was gone?

Rosalie's morbid thoughts were interrupted by a male voice. "Rosalie?"

She looked up into eyes that were so light blue they looked grey. She breathed a sigh of relief, the first time she'd ever done so after seeing this person.

"What the hell are you doing?" Kace questioned her as she stood. He releases his gun, setting the safety on, and putting it in the leather satchel he was carrying.

"Nice purse." She commented.

He glared at her. "Lord, do I want to leave you here." He sighed before saying, "Come on, we need to get you to safety, princess."

Rosalie begrudgingly followed him, though he didn't steer her towards the palace, as she expected. "This is considered safety?" She questioned doubtfully as Kace opened the door to the garden shed and shut them inside.

He huffed. "You really should start going to security briefings." He opened a panel on the wall that she'd never noticed before and punched in an 8 digit code.

"They don't want me there." She told him, grinding her teeth. She jumped at the sound of metal plates closing over the door and windows, effectively locking them inside-and hopefully keeping others out.

"11081960 is to be used in any situation in which a member of the royal family should be placed under lockdown. Only my father and yours know the code that overrides it, so we'll be here awhile."

Great. Stuck in a dark shed with Kace. Could this situation get any worse?

"11081960." Rosalie repeated to herself. "So my father chose that code, then?"

Kace nodded solemnly, understanding. November 8th, 1960. Her mother's birthday.

It was uncomfortably silent for a moment except for the sounds of the sirens in the distance; the metal plates had dimmed the sound.

"Can we turn on a light or something?" Rosalie asked.

"I don't think it's the best idea to draw attention to ourselves." Kace said. "But here." He pulled out a lantern from the purse Rosalie had made fun of earlier.

It was a weak light, but it was better than nothing. Rosalie looked around the shed, considering various seating options. She finally settled on a wheelbarrow. Kace took a seat on a bag of mulch, leaning against the opposite wall from her.

They stared at each other, strangers, neither knowing what to say.

Rosalie opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off by the sound of a gunshot.

Anybody have any predictions about what's going to happen??

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