Blair was thrown back into the jet by Karl, who jumped in after. She scrambled to stand up, also trying to see what had happened. She saw two bodies on the ground, both bloody messes. "MICHAEL!" she cried. Karl rushed her into her seat, and the jet took off. Blair scrambled to look out of the window, but Karl pulled her back. She felt a pressure on her neck and then she lost consciousness.

...

"Master Bass?" Chuck's butler, Walter, called. Chuck was sitting, eyes closed, meditating. The only light in the room was coming from the fire place. He was sitting in front of his antique chess board, with white and black marble pieces. He did not open his eyes when he said, "Is it done?"

"No, Daniel Humphrey has failed us. He is dead."

"Do they know his motivations?"

"The press is making him out to be a simple anarchist."

Chuck opened his eyes, and stared at the queen across his board. He wondered why, if kings were the object of the game, they had no power, while the queen had all. In chess terms, Daniel was a knight, and Chuck decided to make Blair's bishop take him out. Chuck was left in his place, a castle, waiting to take the place of a king.

…

King Nate Archilbald of California was sunbathing on his yacht in Malibu. He was completely safe, even on this open sea, royal guard protected the perimeter of his property, including the 800 feet radius of ocean. He was stark naked.

He and Serena had married quietly in Bora Bora before his campaign. Serena was luckily on location. Nate hated to lie to her, but he finally realized why he could never choose between Blair and Serena. He finally discovered it when he met the person he'd been looking for all his life - Eric van der Woodsen. Though California was on the more liberal side, he could not have come out during his campaign.

Eric brought out a joint for Nate. "Hey Eric, you won't believe this but…I was just checking out Gossip Girl and she says someone tried to assassinate Blair!"

"One- it's funny that you still read gossip girl, try the real news! And Two- I'm not surprised!" Eric laughed. He lit Nate's joint for him. Nate put his hands behind his head. Eric leaned in, and Nate blew his smoke into Eric's face.

…

Blair woke up, frantically searching her surroundings for Michael, for some hint that she had just experienced a dream. Michael was gone. "Where is Michael?" Blair asked.

"The hospital, your Majesty." Karl said.

"I need to go and see him then." She said.

"He is in a hospital, in Buffalo."

Blair looked at him, her brain slowly comprehending the situation.

"Your Majesty cannot leave the mansion."

"Why won't you let me see him!" Blair cried. Karl and some replacement guard would not let Blair leave her room.

"Your Majesty, it is too dangerous at this time!" Karl said, agitated.

"Is he dead?" Blair whined.

"No, he is going to live!"

"It is my fault this happened!" Blair said.

"No, this is our job, our duty, our life!"

"WHERE IS CHARLOTTE?" Blair screamed.

"Here!" She squeaked.

"Go see Michael at the hospital and check on him!" She ordered.

"But-?"

"NO! How dare you question me! I am the queen! You, and everyone else are going to get used to this, yours is not to question why, yours is to do or die!" Blair fumed. Charlotte almost ran through the doors.

"KARL! Who is working on this? Who tried to kill me?"

"It is being worked on your Majesty. It was a man named Daniel Humphrey, a common man from Brooklyn… Your Secretary of State Jennifer Humphrey's brother."

"I have been queen for a month, and all ready they are trying to kill me. Conspiracy within the mansion itself…" Blair was distraught. "What have done with the traitor bitch?" Blair asked.

"Well there is no evidence that she had anything to do with the assassination attempt. Though she has been removed from office and put on house arrest.

Blair threw herself into her pillows, for some reason she missed Chuck. He made her feel safe, no one had made her feel that way besides Michael. Now Michael had been shot defending her. Blair would not cry in front of Karl, but she cried on the inside.

…

Chuck sat at his desk, at the top floor of the Bass Industries building. As one of the most powerful and influential men in New York, and the world, who was to tell him he was not already king of it. For some reason he filled with an overwhelming jealousy of Blair although. Maybe an assassination attempt was going too far… he did still love her, he thought. All things considered, he was even more attracted to her when she was in this powerful position. He pondered his life as a king without real power, the first husband.

Chuck realized that all of the women he had recently pursued resembled Blair, but were pale in comparison. She was sharp and powerful, he perfect match, and perfect adversary. Chuck decided to halt his plans to simply push Blair out of the way. The smarter strategy would be to get her back, and do what he had to, to go from there.

All he knew of Blair, was that she was his death, and he was hers.