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Schreave Palace, Sacramento. Province of Angeles. 3 months into the selection.

It had been a few days after the assassination attempt on King Peter I. After a 8 hour operations, the surgeons had managed to remove the 2 bullets that were lodged in the sovereign's chest. However, Peter had lost a great amount of blood and he had slipped into a coma as a result. Trayvon continued to pester the doctors for updates, but for the last 3 days it was the same: there were no new developments and the King of Illèa was still in a coma.

It was torture for Trayvon who was sitting across from Prime Minister Quince Bush as he kept downing one coffee after another. Since Peter was indisposed, Quince had been taking on more duties that were usually reserved for the sovereign and he wasn't afraid to flaunt his new power to anyone who questioned him.

"How has your mom been taking this?" The prime minister inquired.

"Her son took 2 bullets to the chest & he might not live, how do you think she's doing?" The Baron of Yonkers shot back as he thought of his he had been forced to break the news to his mom of the attempt on Peter's life.

"Anyway, you need to inform the elites of what has happened." Bush stated as he stood up and moved to leave.

"Do I have to?" Trayvon complained as he was not in the mood to deal with crying and screaming girls.

"Yeah, you do." Prime minister Bush declared. "You are in charge of the selection and I am in charge of the government. I need to make sure there's a country for Peter to rule; if he wakes up." Trayvon flinched at the sound of the word if.


Later that day.

Once Trayvon had steeled his nerves, he gathered the remaining 7 elites into the ballroom to address what had happened to Peter. Once everyone was gathered, the questions started.

"What is going on, we have been trapped in our rooms for the past 3 days and the guards won't tell us anything!" Selina insisted as Trayvon looked at her with sorrowful eyes.

"Ladies, I'm afraid that I have some unfortunate news for you all." The Baron started as he took a deep breath. "There was an attempt upon his majesty's life a few days ago."

"WHAT?!" The first shouted in unison as they started chattering loudly until Baron Yonkers whistled.

"Quiet, all of you!" Trayvon declared as he tried to keep his composure.

"Who did it, your Grace?" Eva asked nervously.

"Now...the perpetrator was the elite from Belcourt: Pyra Kakashi. She was aided by Rosaline Carter from Baffin and Gertrude Reagan from Bankston." The Baron answered.

"Why would Pyra do such a horrid thing?" Eloise asked in pure shock.

"As to her motive, we are still interrogating her and her cohorts and hope to have answers soon." Baron Trayvon replied.

"How is he?" Phina asked, feeling worried for her sovereign.

"As for his majesty's condition...he is currently in a medically induced coma and we hope that he will make a full recovery without delay." Trayvon sighed as the elites were horrified and saddened that their chance at marrying the King of Illèa was hanging on by a thread. "Until the investigation is complete, you will be confined to your rooms; except for meals." The elites were slowly led back to their respective rooms by guards. Only Savannah Burdne remained as she cornered Trayvon.

"Your Grace, I have to see his majesty." She insisted as he groaned.

"Even if I wanted to let you into see him, he's not even awake, he most likely wouldn't even know that you were there." He argued.

"Do you think that I care about that, please your Grace!" Sav begged as Trayvon was too tired to keep having this fight with her.

"Fine, but for a few moments only." The Baron whispered as he led Sav to Peter's bed room which was being guarded by Eisenhower and 2 other guards. As Sav was led inside, she saw her king being hooked up to machines as he laid in his bed, breathing very slowly. Sav tried to be strong as she knelt next to his bed and grabbed his hand.

"Peter...it's been hard for us since you've been held up in here, Eloise is probably going to be singing Disney songs now more than ever...we might have to put her outside." Miss Burdne joked as she held into him tightly. "You are so strong Peter...if anyone can pull through this, it's you. So out on your big boy pants and beat this!" Sav gave him a chaste kiss upon the lips as Trayvon ushered her out. All she could do was hope and pray that Peter would pull through, because Sav honestly didn't believe that she or the country could hold it together if he died.

PETER IS FIGHTING FOR HIS LIFE. REVIEWS NEEDED AND APPRECIATED.