Note: Hey guys-again! I'm trying SO SO HARD to pound out these chapters for you guys. And if you guys ever want to give me advice on my writing, feel free. I feel like the last chapter was a bit of a ramble, was it? Anyhoo, enjoy Chapter 8. And enjoy Eugene while he's here….
It feels like forever before we hear banging on the door. There's lots of noise from outside, and the head of the Palace Guards runs in.
"Princess!" He calls, looking around. I call him over.
"Over here!" I gesture wildly. He runs over, seeing Eugene.
"Rider, what the heck're you doing down there?" he asks, confused.
"Uh…I broke my leg…" Eugene says, almost unable to speak.
"How'd you do-" He's cut off by me.
"Look, I'm really glad you're here, but we have got to get him back to the castle." I let the guards pick Eugene up and place him on Max, who waits patiently. When he sees my terrified expression, he gives me a look that says, I'll get him home. I jump on a boring brown horse and we gallop off into the woods, Eugene fighting to stay on. When we reach the castle, he's rushed off to his chamber, where the doctors try to treat his leg. Hours later, after my parents try to keep me away as long as possible, I burst out of my room, running to his chambers. When I enter, I gasp. Eugene's leg is wrapped up in a heavy cast, and his face and arms are red and bruised. But he still smiles when he sees me.
"Hey, Blondie," he croaks out. I sit on his bed, gently taking his hand.
"Hey, there. Does it hurt?" I gesture to his leg. Eugene struggles to shrug.
"Eh, yeah, a little bit." I give him my best oh, please look, and his face switches to full-out in pain.
"It hurts like heck." Is all he can get out. I smile.
"I know how to make it all better," I say, leaning down and kissing him again. It's long and lingering and sweet, and it feels good. When we break apart, I brush his brown hair out of his eyes.
"You'll be okay. I promise."