Gunshots rained down on the wedding hall, the sound deafening even on the third floor where Levis and Stofia were confined.
"Yes! Yes! Prince Robert is here!" Stofia screamed over the noise. "See, Levis, just don't care about Aunt Stella! I promise you, Mom and I will take care of her. Just go with him!"
Levis ignored her and ran toward the door.
Downstairs, Robert sat on a heavy, hastily procured royal chair, an oasis of terrifying calm amidst the chaos. His Paramilitary Wing was tearing through the hired security.
"No matter what," Robert's voice was low, yet carried the weight of a thunderclap, "no one has to be left alive. I want everyone dead."
"Prince, we must move inside!" Steven urged, his face pale. "The military will hold the perimeter. We need to secure Levis immediately."
