Chapter 8
Princess Genevieve
Courtney went with Prince Levi.
Kathleen has been kidnapped.
Each thought made the bile rise in her throat. The castle's knights had arrived on the scene, and they had fought the attacking army away. Unfortunately, they couldn't prevent all casualties; the dungeons and the wards were now full.
Genevieve sat on a white bed silently as the doctor dabbed at some of the bruises she had on her body with medicine. It stung a bit but wasn't compared to the worry she was feeling for her father and sisters.
"Alright, your majesty, the bruises don't look so bad, but I suggest you rest for two days." Said the doctor as she nodded weakly, wanting to know about her father.
"Thank you, doctor; how's the king?" Asked Derek.
"Thanks to your Intelligence and quick act, you managed to save the king; the king must take some antibiotics for a couple of days that poisoning was too close. He's in bad shape; he digested some poison that damaged some of his organs, but he'll be alright with the medicine and rest." Added the doctor.
"Doctor, how long will he have to stay in bed?" Asked Genevieve, at last making words come out of her mouth.
"Well, I can't say for sure how long it would take for him to completely be healthy again, but I say about two months, maybe even more. It will take some time for his organs to fully heal from the poison; usually, many people do not heal completely or even die." He said as she gasped, and the doctor continued.
"But as I said, your husband saved him; if he ingested more, he would have not survived the night; I will come to check on him every week and call if anything happens." He added as Genevieve nodded.
"Thanks again, doctor." Said Genevieve.
"A pleasure to be a service, your highnesses." Said the doctor as Derek followed to escort him, leaving Genevieve in their room.
She hoped that Courtney was safe; she escaped with Prince Levi. He'd protect her. As for Kathleen, they sent out troops to start looking for the princess; she was eight years old; they couldn't hurt her, or would they?
Their kingdom had been attacked, and Genevieve had a duty to the people more than her family. And perhaps the worst part of it all, depending on how people looked at it, Derek was technically king of Glidonia until the king recovered.
But he also hadn't completed his training, the kingdom was a mess, and they had a new enemy, and Genevieve was queen; she heard a knock at her door.
"Come in" it was her sisters Edaline, Fallon, Hadley and Isla, Janessa, and Lacey.
"Where's papa?" Asked Lacey.
"He's resting right now and must if he's to get better," said Genevieve.
"Is someone looking for Kathleen and see if Courtney is ok?" Asked Hadley.
"Yes." said both Edaline and Fallon.
"Kathleen will come soon, and I hope we'll hear about Courtney soon." Said Edaline.
She didn't know that for sure It's not like they'd been gone very long either It had only been hours since the attack, but it felt like an eternity. Genevieve ached inside, Edaline was older than her, and she was pushing down her own grief to comfort their sisters.
She should have been queen, not Genevieve. No one mentioned that she was the new queen, but she felt like they were already judging her.
What if her decisions as queen cost her more? Like her sisters? Derek wasn't ready to rule. She wasn't prepared to rule.
Now what? She wanted to cry, but she knew the twins and triplets (minus one) watched her. She knew someone was going to write to her sisters and tell them all that had happened.
She needed to talk to her husband to figure out what they were going to do and write to her sisters to see if they were willing to help them. Glidonia was in trouble and needed help.