A/N This entire story is set in the midst of PD1. It depicts the accident with the trolley car as much more serious.
"Charlotte, did you hear what I said?" Shades needed a quick response from the Queen's assistant, but she had gone very quiet after hearing about the accident from the security guard. Finally, she shakes herself out of it.
"Yes, yes. I heard you. It's really bad?"
"That's what they're saying. The police said the princess is on her way to the hospital, but the Queen is still in the vehicle. They're trying to get her out. She's hurt pretty bad."
"Where's Joe?" She knew that the Head of Security had been less than impressed when he'd heard the Queen had simply left the consulate in her granddaughter's old Mustang without any sort of protection. He'd been angry, banging his fist on the desk when Charlotte timidly broke the news to him.
Shades sighed into the receiver. "I haven't talked to him yet. He was pretty steamed that they went off without protection, and he went for a run. I'll track him down. How do you want to handle this?"
"I don't know. I..." she stammered, worried sick about her Queen and the young princess.
"Charlotte! Pull yourself together and think!"
"Oh. Right. Um, I'll head to the hospital right away. You find Joseph and let him know what's going on. Send a car to the scene to protect the Queen and stay with her at all times."
"Done. And Charlotte… they'll be all right. Don't worry." If only he could be sure.
Chapter 3 coming soon...