[Donald's POV]
Margaret being shot and wounded shattered much of my sanity, and I hadn't even thought of such a solution beforehand!
I took the satellite phone from Benjamin's hand, without the time to blame myself for the oversight, and started contacting the Palace's military arsenal manager, also the officer in charge of military supplies, Charlie, while also issuing an urgent command to the Holy Medical Pavilion.
After I had finished all that, I breathed a slight sigh of relief and looked down at Margaret in my arms.
"The Lycan Queen and Elliot's injuries are severe, warranting exceptional actions. I believe the council won't trouble us over this, Your Majesty. You needn't worry too much,"
Perhaps seeing my despair, Benjamin spoke up, attempting to console me.
I knew what Benjamin was worried about, but those things didn't really concern me. All I was thinking about was Margaret's injuries.
