"Young Master, your brother bought you some new gifts." A maid outside called. She pushed the door open and set down a colorfully wrapped box, leaving immediately after. It slid down the pile of similar boxes that it had been placed on. I didn't feel like leaving my bed to open them anymore. They were just more pillows, toys, or jewels like the ones already littering the room. I didn't want more presents. That was all I had known since my brother became king.

He had said that he would keep me safe after he was crowned, but at the time I didn't think he meant this. That protecting me didn't involve what he had done. I was no longer allowed out of my room, meals and gifts from my brother being brought to me by maids. He didn't even let the male staff near my room. I know he thinks this is the right thing to do and he just wants to keep me out of danger.

But I long for the outdoors. The air and world beyond this room that my brother had forbid me from. I just wanted to see people and the world again. Not this place of isolation and objects. I want to see the world I had read of in books. Find my own happiness. But I knew that would never be as the box landed with a loud thump.


"They've reached the castle! Go get Mathew, get him into a carriage and out of the kingdom!" the king shouted over the clang of swords outside. A maid ran to the price's tower, breathing heavily and trying in vain not to panic as she talked in an urgent but quiet voice.

"Prince Mathew! Come here, quickly! There are Raiders a-" Her voice cut off as swiftly as her head did at the invaders blade, staining the door the had desperately been trying to open with her fumbling hands. The young prince crawled closer to the door, pushing aside the boxes that had stopped it from opening, to see what had happened to the poor maid. He had never heard her so frightened before. And what was a Raider?

He covered his mouth when he saw the body in front of the door and the bloodied man walking with his back to the scene.

"Alright, grab what you can carry. But don't touch the king. I want him alive to see his fallen kingdom!" the person, a monster in Mathews eyes, sounded to his men down the hall. Mathew tripped backwards on the piles of expensive possessions he had forgotten filled his room, landing with a yelp and a thud. This drew the attention of the men outside and their leader walked slowly back towards the room. The prince hurried towards a pile of pillows and dove into it, trying to bury himself in the soft mountain of fabric. But this didn't stop him from being found moments after.

"Looks like we didn't do a good enough job of clearing the place out." The ruthless man cackled, picking up the poor boy by his collar. "Holy shit you're pale. Have you ever gone outside?" Thought this was obviously meant as a joke and didn't need an answer, Mathew shook his head stiffly and the man looked around the room again. "This place is too nice for a prisoner. You the kings whore or something?" The small prince shrieked at this statement.

"Don't you dare! My brother would never have something like that!" He quickly slapped his hand over his mouth, but the damage had already been done as his captor gave a hissing laugh.

"The Kings brother? So this is the isolated little prince! I'd heard rumors of you and how much money your stupid brother spent on you!" Mathew's anger rose at every insult to his sibling, but before he could snap at the man one of the Raiders asked what they would do with him. Their leader frowned at the unholy look in the mans eyes.

"He's coming with us. Pack the little prince's stuff, and grab his royal pain in the ass brother."

Mathew suddenly didn't want to leave his tower anymore.


Authors Note:

Wow this turned out short as fuck. It filled four pages of lined paper when I wrote it down, though.

Yes this is another Royal AU. But my friend said the first half of this chapter was sad as fuck and I like making people cry over fictional characters.

I have like three other chapters written out already but I need to study so bye~