Stephen felt the carriage lurch as the house tried to move, bracing himself.
"Loose the horses!" someone called before he could.
Carefully, he lowered himself into the cab, though when the next lurch came he had been hanging down so it shook him loose. He landed without being the others. But it was a close thing.
He touched the baron, who didn't seem to respond, but there was little, at this point, he could do whilst his daughter was there. Moving the man's arms, he pulled her to sitting and then called up to the waiting men.
"Hoist her," one said, and Stephen raised her carefully, till the men could take her. She was whisked out of sight, leaving Stephen with the baron.
He knelt by the man, ripping the sleeve from his shirt and tying about his head. The gag would need stitches and Stephen was no doctor, but he had to do what he could.
"My lord," he said softly. "You're daughter is safe."
He didn't know if the man could hear him, but he felt better talk to him.
There were shouts outside but Stephen paid no heed. He shouted for assistance.
Outside with Alessandra, the men had moved her away from the carriage. It was Edward who rode up to them and seeing her made the men pass her onto his horse. He rode away toward the palace with her safely in his arms, only stopping on reaching the cattle, where his parents and sister were waiting looking shocked.
" My darling, " the queen murmured as Edward dismounted with her.
"I'll take her in," he said, and the written and princess followed silently as she was taken to a chamber, a doctor being called for.
None of them embed to remember her father.
The men helped Stephen with the baron, then lowered him down. A doctor was sent for and Stephen sat with him, looking at the damage the impact has done. No one has said hey how it had happened, but Stephen was more concerned with the man.
When the man arrived, he was only a local doctor, the best having been sent to the palace. Stephen didn't dare remove his helmet, but sat with the doctor and said anything he needed would be his.