The party was huge and amazing! Boomer and Boz had out done themselves. The party extended all around the palace and in the inside as well. Anyone who wanted to come was welcomed to do so. It was very crowded and loud. All Brady wanted to do was find Mikayla.

"Attention everyone!" Yelled Mason, standing on top of a stage that was set up for the event.

Everyone turned their heads to the attention of Mason and the music was cut down.

"I'd like to thank everyone for coming to King Boz's five year anniversary as one of the Kings of Kinkow!" He yelled proudly.

The crowd started cheering and chanting for Boz to come on stage.

Brady started wonder what his and Boomers party would have been like.

His thoughts were distracted as he felt some one tap his shoulder.

"Hey." Mikayla said, smiling at him.

Brady was happy to see her there. He was pretty sure no one else would talk to him through the whole party. Well, except for Boz. He would talk to Brady.

Brady and Mikayla were not even paying attention to the speeches that were being given. They're minds were on each other.

Suddenly an angry voice is heard a couple of feet away from Brady and Mikayla.

"Hey that's King Brady! What the hell is he doing here?" The old man yelled.

Everyone started to turn their heads at Brady. They were surprised to see him, but most of them were in outrage.

"Brady, you need to go!" Yelled Mikayla.

She grabbed his hand and started to lead him out of the crowd of people.

People started to shove Brady, causing for Mikayla to be shoved as well.

Brady could see Mason and the guards trying to get a hold of the crowd, but there were so many of them it was hard to keep them all calm.

"Guys, guys settle down! That's my brother!" Yelled Boz, still standing on stage.

"You knew about him being here?!" Yelled the angry man.

"Well yes… but"

Boz was cut of by a guard telling him he needed to evacuate.

Brady and Mikayla were almost out of the crowd of people until someone caught onto Brady leg.

"Let go of him!" Screamed Mikayla.

But before she could pull out her sword, the man had stabbed Brady in the leg.

"NO!"

Mikayla screamed and very quickly Mason came and attacked the man.

"Get Brady out of here! Quickly Mikayla! Find a somewhere to stay and I'll send the guards out to find you two" said Mason strangling with the man.

She could see pain in Brady's face as he tried to quickly try to stand on his good leg.

Quickly she helped him get out of there fast.

They finally found a spot away from the palace that had a little pond.

"This is all my fault." Brady said with such a guilty voice.

"I ruined everything for everyone. Boz is going to hate me." He said with a knot in his throat.

"Boz is not going to hate you, everything is going to be fine." She said reassuring.

Mikayla wanted to comfort him but she was much worried about his stab.

"Take your pants off."

"What?" Said Brady confused and caught off guard.

"I need to see where the son of a bitch stabbed you."

"Oh right.." Brady said, blushing.

As Brady took off his pants Mikayla went to put some water in her canister that she had clipped around her waist.

She walked back to him. " Ok Brady this probably will hurt." She said, pouring on the water.

Mikayla noticed that Brady's leg has kind of lost a lot of blood. She grabbed his pants and tore them so that she could wrap it tightly around the wound.

"You're gonna be ok." She said as she touched his face.

"I hope so, cause I defiantly do not want to die now."

"Don't say that." She said softly.

She had a big knot in throat and she just wanted to cry but didn't want to make Brady nervous.

"I'm sure the guards will be here soon to help." Brady said holding on to Mikaylas hand.

The two of them cuddled under the tree and just waited for a guard to come and find them.

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