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I recognised the voice as one of my guards and opened the door up for him. His expression was one of exhaustion and agony. A hand clutched the oozing wound, staining red onto his shirt.
"You need a doctor!" I exclaimed, holding the heavy door open for him.
"Your Majesty, you're my priority right now. If you die...so do all of us. Please, follow me." Complying, I wrapped a protective arm around my bump and released a shaky breath.
I would be okay. We would be okay. My baby couldn't die, not after anything that had happened.
As we stepped into the hallways, I was shook by the mayhem and chaos that surrounded me. Gunfire rocketed around us, vibrating amongst the hollow halls and causing the building to shudder in fear of destruction.
The guard's grip on m
