"Jones!" The Duke rushed out of his car. This man sped on the interstate from the castle to his estate, and luckily he was the king's right hand man, or he would have been fined countless times.
Picking up his daughter from his old friend's arms, he led the way to her room, pointing out the free room beside his daughter's, for the Prince.
"Father, I hurt, make it stop." I wheezed out, while grasping the front of his shirt, the poison felt like fire laced my veins, and prickles of sweat were working, down my face, dropping to the ground. Not daring to open my eyes, I fell in and out of conscious.
"Daughter, the doctor is here, stay with me." He commanded as he laid me down on the bed, I could hear footsteps all over the room, and needles stabbing in my skin, yet I couldn't open my eyes to watch.
