Louis's POV
"How is she?" I asked as I watched Martins walk out of the surgical room. His face wasn't friendly or annoying. It was dead straight and I was a little scared that he would break some bad news.
"The Queen is fine for now. She could have died if we got her into that surgery room one minute late but she's fine for now. We got it all under control and can only monitor her for improvement" he stated and I sighed, my heart bursting with several emotions as I swallowed the lump that grew in my throat.
I really would have been unstoppable if something bad had happened to her.
"Should we talk at your office or is it okay talking here?" I asked and he immediately led me to his office without another word.
The moment we stepped in, his eyes shot back at me. He had this questioning
