The bomber? There was no bomber left after the explosion. The only remnants of his existence was a dark blast stain on the cobblestone street.
Jace, being farthest from the explosion at the time of its detonation, was first to stir. He stumbled from his slumped position against a stone wall, his head and vision spinning wildly. The mage stumbled over to his fallen love, who lay in a puddle of her own blood, that spilt from her cracked skull.
The Princess had been knocked unconscious, and the back of her head split in twain by the brick wall she had collided with. Jace collapsed to his knees beside his fallen love. "G-g-Guinevere." He stuttered, holding her bloody head off the ground. He breathed deeply and tried to cast a spell. Slowly the magic took hold and started to heal her wounds. His magic had been affected by his wounds, and his concentration had faulted through the spell, meaning that it barely worked.
The Princess, even when healed lightly, and lifted into her lover's arms, did not stir.
By this time, a crowd of those uninjured by the blast- mostly peasants, shoppers, etc. had gathered around the Princess and her mage. The kingdom loved the Royal Family, not only for their humility, but for the civility and their constitutional rights given to their citizens. It would be a great shame to see the last of the royal family die on a seemingly average day.
Because of this, those fearing the Princess's death had already began to mourn and pray.
Jace kissed Guinevere's lips. "It'll be alright..." He whispered, still healing her. Tears of rage and sadness had boiled in his eyes, just as tears had developed in the eyes of the crowd. Guinevere was his lover, not only his Princess. "I pr-promise. It will be alr-right." Jace stuttered, letting his tears fall upon his lover's bloodied face.
A gentle chant and hymn from the crowd encouraged Jace's magic. As the chant strengthened, so did Jace's magic. At a certain level of power, Jace sent a jolt of healing energy through his princess, beginning the healing process much faster.
With the jolt, Guinevere's eyes opened, then squinted at the bright sunlight. "J-Jace?" she asked, seeing his blurry form above her. Her beautiful clothes were now ruined with blood and dirt. "W-what happened?" she asked, her own voice hurting her head.
"The man... He had cast Firebomb... it.... it exploded." Jace kissed her forehead and held her tight. "I'm here...I'm here..." he murmured, soothing her and himself with his words. "You'll be alright too. The guy is gone and you're being healed as I speak. I promise you'll be okay." He said, his voice shaky.
Guinevere smiled at Jace, before moving her blurry vision to her Royal Guard, who had dizzily made his way over to them. He stood beside them with his shoulder leaned against the wall. "I'm sorry. I-I should have let you do your job but..." Guinevere began, her voice faint and damaged.
"Don't be sorry, M'lady. I should have stopped you whether you commanded me or not." The guard said, wiping his forehead and sighing. "We need to get you to the infirmary."
"G-guard. I had to get to him. I recognized him: From the night my parents died." Guinevere began, blinking slowly. "He was the one. He was the one that killed them- my parents!"
The guard went silent and bowed his head "I understand, Your Majesty." The guard glanced at the crater in the cobblestone street. "You seemed to have had your revenge." He murmured, looking at the incinerated ashes.
Jace tried to lift Guinevere's body into his lap. He accidentally jerked her about a bit. The sudden movement caused Guinevere to temporarily black out as pain rushed to her head.
When she awoke, she replied weakly, "Yes... Thank you..." She then closed her eyes and fell into a deep, unwakable sleep, the blood on the back of her head dyeing her golden hair crimson.
