Thread: A Royal Catastrophe (Mali and Quix)

While she was initially weary, the more he spoke, the less she felt threatened and could believe he was there to protect there and take her to safety. Still, she wasnt sure and even as he teased her about not putting his gun down, Sky remained firm in keeping her knife pointed at him. That is of course, until she heard the smash of a window and she knelt down on her knees, watching the action spill out in front of heror rather around her. A ninja-like man was shot dead and quickly and two others were killed and still, she remained alive, only grazed by a bullet. This man, this British agent spoke true. He wasnt there to kill her. He was there to kill those who were trying to kill or harm her but he hadnt lodged a bullet into her yet. Besides, after three more had unsuccessfully tried to intrude in, it was pretty clear that they should get a move on and she really wasnt safe here. Dropping her knife, Sky stood abruptly, forgetting her wound for a moment as adrenaline kicked into gear once more. Alright, I will trust you for now considering I really dont want to be here if there are more to come. That and all these dead bodies were piling up and it was making it a little more difficult to stomach what contents she had in her stomach. It was perhaps the turn of her life happening all right now. Her father died a few months ago in some catastrophe that eliminated the entirety of the royal family, including the Queen. Sky was supposedly hailed from a lineage that made her the sole heir to the entire British throne, even if she was American and there was a Russian threatit always is the Russians, isnt it?that wanted to eliminate her to usurp the throne. What she was having more difficulty wrapping her head around was that she was of some kind of royal decent. She knew her father was a Duke but he had bought into his title. Surely someone who bought into their title couldnt be eligible for the throne, could they? It all had to do with blood. The man said that her lineage was discovered so it wasnt by her fathers title but by her blood, her fathers blood. He must have hailed from some kind of royal blood because it certainly wasnt her mother whose lineage traced back to the very first settlers into America but they were simple merchants or indentured servants who wanted a chance at their own land in a place where land was easy to come by. How could she possibly be expected to be a Queen?! She was far from being an outstanding lady, she had five boyfriends and she certainly didnt want to rule a country. Not that the Queen really had much power anymore, that was more of Parliament and the Prime Minister but still! She didnt want that. What Queen would be allowed to continue dancing? All her dreams seemed to quickly dash out the window as she escaped out of her home with this British agent and toward his escape car. Only once she was safely inside the vehicle and strapped in did she let the whole weight of it all sink in. Still, she was oddly quiet. Sky wasnt a quiet kind of person, she hadnt been since she was five. As he drove away, she looked back and saw the profile view of her home fade away in the distance. Sinking back in her seat, Sky closed her eyes and as the adrenaline faded away, she was left with the pain in her side of her grazed skin. She groaned softly and closed her eyes. Fuck, that hurts. She mumbled to herself. Plus, she also had quite the potty mouth on her, totally unbecoming of a lady, let alone a Queen. So Ben, what is our next stop? A hospital? The airport? Queen lessons? she snorted.