Diana

Chapter 31

"Since when did you and that man Edward become close? " Samson uttered as he walked at towards her

"What do you mean -I don't understand. We're just mere friends." She gave a little gasp, then her hands dropped passively in her lap, her expression changed to a saddened look.

" Don't you see the way he looks at you."

" How does he look at me?"

He took a deep breath before he responded."

He leaned towards her took her face between his hands and made her look into his eyes. " I know your Queen and its expected for suitors to appear to you so often, but I don't like how that man looks at you one bit, whenever he looks at you in that way I get jealous because even if you don't feel the same way, he's looking at the woman I love."

"Is that why you left yesterday... I thought you were left for some other reason." She sighed, she raised a look at him and gave him a pleasant smile. " I only love you"

He expression didn't seem to change, he runned his fingers through her hair and spoke once more. " If it was possible, I would have made you mine long ago but I now it seems almost impossible. I feel as though there's a bridge between us, visible or invisible, it seems to want to pull us apart."

" It won't" She replied without delay. " As long as we're together. Now come back to me, I need you to join me for the parade, I would love that."

" I will join you, if you insist " He said as he brushed up the roots of his hair. " I'll leave you to get ready then."

"No, wait a minute. " she said and clutched him by the sleeve. "Wait a minute, sit down."

"You really need me here." He said as he sat down, and at the same time a feeling rose up and stirred within his heart a hope he had believed to be buried.

" Which one do you like?" She asked as she picked up two beautiful dresses in her hand.

" Aren't they all slightly the same?" He exaimed the dresses from top to bottom.

" No their different."

" That one." He suggested, he pointed to his hand towards a dark-blue dress with some liitle sliver jewels decorated on the top of it. " It'll suit you perfectly. "

A smile accuired on her lips. " You think so."

He nodded as a sign of him saying yes.

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The streets were packed with numerous people who were circled and lined all around the streets. The people waved with their rakes, some held flowers with bright colours , and some others chattered with ringing, merry voices, as the carriage slowly rode pass them.

And there it all happened. A boy ran towards them, he glanced at Diana with a smile. He held a flower in his hand as he finally reached them. " Here, for you." The young boy Said with glowing smile.

" Thank you." Diana replied, she took the flowers out of his hands and the boy darted back to his place.

Samson however found a few things weird, an old man who had was stood behind the crowd, stared crimsonly at Diana. He looked back to find that he was no longer in his place. The streets was to busy and crowded he could not see the man even if he searched hard enough. separated. At first there was the sound of merry talk and laughter all together over the streets , but then suddenly a rapid, vivid sound of a gun shot was heard in the streets. Everyone was there separated, mothers grabbed onto their children's hands, while some quickly rushed for places of shatter.

Samson gazed towards Diana, fear was written all over her face. He turned his head back to notice the old man, he eyed the weapon with his bleak brown eyes, the eyes of a hunter framed in the passionless face of an executioner. His blunt hands were steady as they lifted the gun and tried a dry shot at an imaginary target. He nodded to himself. He was ready. Carefully he lifted the rifle up towards his unknown target. Samson had been in the army long enough to know an enemy when he saw one. He pulled the trigger and The sharp bullet aimed straight towards Diana. He quickly grabbed Diana and pulled her to his chest so that she was protected away from the bullet that aimed straight at her.

" The Queen" One solider shouted. "hurry to her."

The solider runned towards her and asked. " Are you hurt anywhere?"

" Yes I am." She lifted her head from Samsons chest and as she drew her hands away from his shirt she noticed blood on her hands. She gazed straight at him sadly as she took his hands into his. The blood flowed thickly from his body.

She stared, unable to move, as blood gushed from his wounds. Then she come back to life and whispered "No," she said as she felt the blood soak his shirt. "Don't leave me! I mean it!" she shouted, she locked her eyes onto his. His hair tumbled over her face and so she swept it back, she felt the coldness of his skin, before gently she kissed his lips. He smiled so briefly before his breathing became a noisy rattle... then he was gone.

" Don't just stand there!" She screamed towards the soldiers who stood and examined the scene before them. " Hurry to the Palace!"

She looked back at him, she sobbed into his chest unceasingly, her hands clutched tightly at her jacket. " Don't leave me Samson. " She said as she held him in silence as her tears soaked her chest.

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They arrived at the Palace and she hastily called upon jasmine. She ordered her to presently bring a doctor to the Palace as fast as she could.

Diana with the help of the other men held Samson inside the building. As they did a voice was heard from behind.

" OH my goodness, what happened here?" The old lady could not help but say, and she was horrified at the scene she saw.

" He got shot Mr's Roborough" she said hurriedly. " We need to get him in bed as quick as possible, Please bring me the aid while your at it."

Mr's Roborough responded with a quick bit hasty nod before she quickly hurried of to reach for the nearest doctor.