Lola had just joined Melisa, the king and queen at the castle hospital when the doctor came out of the operating theater to give them an update on Shane’s condition.
All Lola’s bravery was suddenly gone, only fear remained. Her heart hammered like a drum. She held on to Melisa with her hands shaking. She planned to never let him close to her heart but discovered at that moment that Shane had long trespassed her defenses.
Her brain constantly flashed back to the blood in the courtyard, Shane’s blood. She had insisted on cleaning it up herself despite the maids offering to do it. It was a lot of blood.
“Breathe, Dear,” Melisa urged with a shaky voice. She was just as terrified. Losing Shane was her worst nightmare.
“Your Highnesses, Madam Foster, Dutchess…”
“How is Shane?” Lola cut t
