She's given a pair of pants in the car and the security guards look elsewhere while she weasels her hips into them. This is nothing new to them or her. She's been changing a few times in the car, surrounded by a wall of big bags. They all would die for her, she realises this and there's respect in what she does, making sure that she's worth all of their devotion.

They stop at the driveway and file out of the car. Only to see several people running at them. Charlotte doesn't see much more because she's shoved back into the car by two of her body guards and held there until the situation is under control.

Once she's allowed to get up again, there's only bodies on the ground and they're ushering her away.

"Zaira," she calls, pausing on the drive way. "I'd like to see you in my room." The security guards tap their foots so she lets them usher her away, hoping that they'll be able to discuss later. She wants to know what happened and how all this came to be. But she also needs to know what to pack for their trip to Edinburgh.