The following morning, Ziva dragged herself out of bed. Few minutes later, she walked out of the elevators to find her home looking like a war zone camp. Heavily armed military personnel and special agents stood at every inch of the castle while Wade and Oscar had massive monitors in the hall.
“Wade, Oscar,” she greeted with a hoarse voice.
“Your Highness,” the responded in unison.
“I take it I am a target,” she said.
“It’s a precaution, Your Highness,” Wade responded after exchanging looks with Oscar. It was just unfair to dump everything on Ziva while mourning her husband.
“I would rather I know exactly what’s going on. A precaution would need more royal guards on duty, this is not that. You are worried about something and I demand to know what it is,” she said sternly.
Wade
