[center]Alexander James Francis Maximillion Nightingale [/center]



Alexander tried to wave off the servants' pleas. He was not in the mood for that. That much was clear, for sure. He kept trying to get off the cot. The king was not going to stay put, not even for a moment. This was one male who did not seem to care about whatever condition he, himself, was in, as his mind was focused on another, and that being was the one on the cot nearby. 



"Milady!"


He called out to her again. The king kept trying to get to her. He wanted her to hear him, to open her eyes. Alexander did not recall himself ever being so frantic and such before. But now? Now he was. Things were certainly different now. Things were truly changing somehow. Anyway, he saw the medics that were near the princess. Alexander kept trying to get to her, to get around the medics and approach her. The king was not going to give up on doing so without a fight. That much was becoming more and more clear as the moments passed. The king was seemed to be a bit...stubborn, but also, he seemed to have a good reason for being that way. 




The maid who had caused all the problems, the chaos, in the first place, was watching from the crowds. Her eyes remained narrowed, and she continued to smirk. Somehow, she still remained unnoticed, hiding in plain sight. She almost did not notice nor see the shadow that seemed to be searching for her. She did not really care either way at the moment. Her plans had already been put into place. Everything was going according to plan. She was happy to see that. Anyway, the king continued to be quite frantic. 




"Let me go! Do not touch me! I must get to her!"




He tried to push away servants and guards while his eyes remained on her. He blinked when he saw she was finally awake, and it appeared like he was finally stopping, freezing almost. His voice would suddenly turn quiet as he spoke again. 




"M....milady?"



He tried to reach for her at that moment. But it would be made difficult for obvious reasons. The shadows around them were still in a bit of chaos, despite what the princess did, but he did not seem to care at that small moment. His mind was clearly distracted during that time. His eyes never left her, not even for a moment. It would seem he had incentive to make his announcement much sooner than he had intended to. He had hoped to announce his choice at the end of the ball, but it seemed, now, like that was not going to happen. However, he would not do so right at that moment. She needed to recover after all, and things needed to settle down first. Not to mention, they needed to stop the chaos that was happening and find whoever was responsible, because it was obvious the king would not suddenly lose control like that, nor would such chaos happen on its' own. 




The maid would look down. She blinked. She almost saw the shadow. The servant, or former servant if she was to be caught, would back away a bit. She would make to blend in within the crowd more. She was attempting to remain unnoticed, while still watching what was going on. She was not going to give up on her plans. 




The king continued to reach towards the princess. 



"I....I'm sorry......"