Verse: Medieval AU
Paring: pre-Jaytim
Warnings: None
Snippet: Prince Timothy… but you can call me Tim
A/N: Just something I had on my tumblr... Hmmm, I seem to like Medieval type AUs ;)
Princes shouldn't be out playing in the lower town. It wasn't safe in the city of Gotham for young little heirs to be away from the citadel. Not like his previous home in the city of Bristol. His kingdom, with its glistening towers and sparkling waterways, it's far stretching green pastures and deep forests. Where all the people were bright and carefree and treated everyone alike; where everyone was like family.
Gotham was not like that, not like that one bit. It was dark and sooty, it had tall buildings but the roofs were slate and black from the coal burning fires, the streets were dirty despite countless efforts to clean them up. The people were- different. They didn't hate each other, no, but they weren't a family. They were proud of their home without making the conscious effort to make it better than it was. They were a people who had little but wanted for less. They were a people easily pleased and even when their king tries to make them better, make their home better, they don't respond easily.
It's not like they mean it, but people who have always had a system, a way of life that tells them this is how it's supposed to be, they dream of nothing and do nothing.
But he really shouldn't be in the lower town without his new family or an armed guard. People go missing, never to be found again, from the lower town. The streets are so close, so cold and dark that a small tiny boy could get easily lost, taken.
He didn't like being left alone; he didn't mean to get lost.
"Who are you?" it was a small voice coming from behind one of the many coal piles. "Are you lost?" eyes appeared, followed by a face as the boy, who couldn't much older than himself, appeared into the dim light of the alley way.
"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to, my father is going to be so worried, I need to get home. Could you direct me back to the citadel please?" the other, older boy stared at him for a moment before grabbing him by the top of his shirt and pulling him into the back of the alley and pushing him against the wall with one hand. The boy turned to the alley, this eyes darting through the darkness, searching for something, something that he obviously didn't find because his shoulders soon sagged, he relaxed and let out a sigh of relief.
"Sire, with all due respect, what the hell do you think you are doing here?" their eyes locked his were a deep blue, green tints being highlighted in the low light, and breath-taking. You could immerse yourself in them for hours and not notice the passing of time; you could drown in them and not care one bit. In other words they were perfect.
"I… I don't know, I was with my family one minute and then I wasn't and… I… I'm scared" tears beaded his eyes making the world shimmer and blur.
"Hey, Sire, it's gonna be okay, I can get you home, okay, you've just got to trust me"
"With my life"
"I'm Jason by the way"
"Prince Timothy… but you can call me Tim"