The third point of view:
"No, no, no, it's us!" Reina lifted her hand in surrender as soon as the guards pointed the guns at them. The tension was high as the guards were taking extra caution not to let the enemies in guise into their haven.
"Come in now!" they urged all of them inside before closing the door. There was a makeshift peephole on the large wooden door the guards had curved to discern the outside.
As expected, most of the diplomats, guests, and palace staff were seated on the pew, anxiously awaiting their fate. There was fear written on their faces and their despair was suffocating.
Reina didn't like this feeling of helplessness at all. She was used to fighting her way out of every battle, but now, she has to consider her children - both born and unborn.
"Here, have a seat," she directed the kids over to one of the long benches.
"Take care of the kids," She said to Isabella.
