Royal Princess: Doted On By The Mafia King

"How is she?" Liam asked when Charlie and his other close subordinates walked into his study.

"She is fine. She only needs to rest in the hospital for a few days. I spoke to her sister and she said she was only talking to her sister naturally when she began hyperventilating and went unconscious," Edward the serious genius answered adjusting his pair of reading glasses.

"What were they talking about?" Liam had to ask. He wondered what sort of discussion will get Rose into the situation she was.

"Making a dress for the King's birthday party. I guess he invited her family," Edward answered immediately.

"After so many years, the king invited them for a party. Don't you find that weird?" Charlie asked thoughtfully.

"I think he saw her on television and he is trying to confirm," Edward replied.

"Since she is fine now, she might be asked to go for the birthday party and that will not be good for her health. I will ensure to take care of that," Charlie said.

"We might have to speed up somethings," Liam said frowning.

"Yes. We will. The king won't be the only person watching her now," Edward answered nodding.

"My team and I will watch out for any suspicious persons and deal with them," Grey said with his deep voice filling the whole study.

With the short discussion over, the other young men left their boss' office and Liam could finally wear the sad angry expression that he had being trying really hard to hide away in front of his subordinates.

From the moment Grey got the message that Rose was rushed to a hospital, he had been feeling a very painful feeling in his chest. She could not die. There were too many things he wanted to give her and he did not want her to die before him.

She had every right to live till she is an old grandmother but not as a young girl with too many dreams. She was yet to take the throne. She was yet to become the fashion designer she wants to become. She could not die before her enemies.

He could not imagine what pain she went through before going unconscious. It must have been very painful. Knowing she had been in pain made him hurt. It hurt even more because he was not by her side to help her.

He was yet to acquire what she really needed. His father also talked to her earlier about offering her a helping hand but she refused to take his help.

It pleased him at first that his father did not steal the role he wanted to play in her fight for the throne but at this point, he was seriously considering creating a force to push her towards taking his father's help.

It was the best way to protect her from all those targeting her since he was yet to be fully equipped for the war. His father was not equipped enough and he might never be equipped enough to truly protect her but as the saying goes, a half loaf of bread is better than none.

As soon as he gets what he needs, what Rose needs, what the kingdom needs, it will it be a matter of time before the kingdom crowns the new Queen.

He really wanted to pay her a visit at the hospital despite how much he hated hospitals but he knew her family members will be with her so, he had to wait for the right time.

"Rose!!!" he shouted watching her get hit on her head. He felt time stop almost literally and he ran to her taking her into his arms. He wanted to stop the blood from flowing from her head. Too bad he came alone. Charlie was away to do an important task and he got the news about her too late.

He hugged her warmly holding the back of her head to stop the bleeding. He began crying, his tears falling down her cheeks. He seriously blamed himself for being so useless to her. He regretted not studying medicine or he would have helped her immediately or so he thought.

Liam sat up mopping the sweat on his forehead. He sighed, it was a dream.

It felt so real he could almost argue confidently that it was not a dream. He got down from the large bed. "Lights," he commanded and the room became bright.

He could not see himself sleeping anytime soon when he glanced at the digital clock on the set of drawers. He went into his walk in closet to change into something else.

Getting his car key now dressed in all black with a hoodie and face mask, he stopped shortly outside his door and texted Gray. He then walked out of his room.

It took more than an hour to get to the hospital and it was already an hour past midnight. He stepped into her room. The room was empty with her sister gone through Gray's effort. He walked to her bed and sat on a stool beside her.

Seeing her sleeping, he sighed. She was alive. That was all he wanted to confirm. He wanted to confirm that it was just a dream and he was not going to watch her die. He reached towards her and touched her forehead lightly with the back of his hand.

His hand moved down the side of her face to her lips and he ran his fingers gently on the most sexy lips he had ever seen. She was so beautiful and alluring.

He gulped as the room seemed to have gotten hot all of sudden. He pulled his head from her sharply despite how hesitant his hand felt to part with the soft smooth skin that will remind anyone of freshly pilled boiled eggs glowing and he had to admit, appetizing.

"I won't be long," he whispered. "I will work harder. My time is short and you must get it all. Just wait for a while and this will never happen again," he promised her sincerely.

If Jace happened to witness this scene with his brother talking lovingly to someone, he will swear that it was a clone or a duplicate not his brother. He will cherish that moment forever if he ever agrees that the man was his brother.

The girl on the bed moved slightly muttering a few words he could not make out despite his above normal hearing ability. He reached to adjust her blanket in order to leave. Her hand touched his hand and she suddenly held his hand pulling his arm close, she hugged his arm tightly and continued sleeping.

Liam smiled and pulled the stool closer. He sat on the stole and texted Gray. He waited patiently for her to enjoy his presence happy that even her subconscious mind wanted him close.

He remembered the glare he received from her when her sister whispered something to her and he felt hurt but she paid him with the hug which was good enough.