This is Jennifer's webmazine said after the party.

     Dear Illéa,
I was going to put up some snarky, drama filled magazine for you guys that was sure to cause trouble between the Selected. What? That's my job.
  But then guns began to fire, and I was shot in both legs.
  I am now crippled, and live on a wheelchair.
It's not easy, let me tell you. I had no idea how much I relied on my legs until they were taken away from me. I have a physical therapist now, and I'm working to recover, and maybe, someday, be able to walk again.
  But that has been enough about my struggles. All of the good, kind people who gave their lives that day haunt everyone who survived the attack. I should know. I'm one of them.
  I met a girl named Cyra Braxton, who was also shot in both legs. We were together when it happened. I saw her fall to the ground, bleeding. I heard her bleeding coughs in the infirmary.
   There was also the Princess Adrianna Daphne Schreave, whose attitude and opinions are more than any reporter could ask for. I didn't see her when gunfire went down, but I saw her, worried, her hair cut in a choppy hairstyle, looking worriedly at the Head of the Guard, Jason Leger. I don't know the details of what happened, but here's what I know: Princess Adrianna was shot in one leg, not in a fatal place, but bad enough. I believe the ankle. When being aimed at by a rebel with a gun, the guard Jason Leger jumped in front of the bullet before Adrianna could get hurt. A very selfless act, my prayers-and all of Illéa's-are with the recovering Jason Leger.
      I could name off hundreds of people who were injured that day, and I might someday. But right now, I want to let all of Illéa know this: Those problems you're always complaining that the Royal Council doesn't fix? You're creating them. So please, Illéa, think about your actions, and the humans paying the price for them.
               Signing off,
                                   Jennifer Birdie