Everything went black. I open my eyes to a white room with noises around me. I might be dead but my left shoulder is killing me. I heard someone talking outside the door. They enter the room and smile at me.

"How are you feeling? Are you in any pain?"asked by a guy in a lab coat.

"Yea my left shoulder hurt but other than that I feel fine," I said looking at him in confusion. I heard my driver walking into the room and sighs in relief to see me.

"Thanks the heavens that you're alive," the driver said.

"Yea and thanks Zachariah for your concern but what happened,"I asked

"While your majesty,you got shot in the left shoulder and lucky you. The bullet missed your vital organs and arteries,"said the doctor,"but barely."

I nodded at the thought of that. I knew it was now an inside job. Somebody inside the palace wanted me dead and I know how it is but I need evidence to prove that it was him.

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Hey guys sorry about cliff hangers but I think the next chapter or two will be the last and if  you want a book 2 just let me know

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