I don’t know what happened. One moment I was politely talking with one of the men in the car with me about where the best restaurants were in London because I was hungry, then the next, Smith, one of the Royal’s guards, was screaming in panic.
I looked around the car, flustered and confused before I turned around to ask Jacob who was also a guard. “Jacob, what is going on?!”
“Ms. Anya, I’m so sorry, but please put your head down.” Before I could react, he gently put his hand on my head and pushed me down.
Jacob, based on the conversation about food we were having earlier on, was a nice man in his late twenties. His father was also a guard but had been reassigned inside the palace since he was much older. I was frightened to my bones and had no idea what was going on, but I trusted Ja
