The kingdom was thriving as the years went by. King Stuart and Queen Jennifer had a son, Prince Farkle who grew up visiting the village near the castle every week. He always went with a guard or knight ever since he was four years old. At the age of seven, he had befriended two girls and it became known around the village of the friendship and how he would pin after them. But that clearly didn't stop their friendship from growing, not even the clear difference in wealth. It was now ten years later and Prince Farkle had not long ago celebrated his seventeenth birthday with the kingdom. After his birthday, his father took on new knights that were set to replace the ones that were retiring that year. The new knights always came in after his birthday; it was like a tradition of the kingdom.

"Come on Father, please can't I go out on my own for once? I'm seventeen, surely you can let me venture out there without a knight or guard at my side." Farkle pleaded with his father after being told that he would still need a knight for his ventures outside of the castle grounds. The Prince had grown tired of having someone with him each time he went out to hang out with the girls because they were never fun, they were a drag. Sure, when he was younger he didn't mind it but now he's older and it's just a hassle. "Plus, I don't want to introduce a new knight to the girls; they have trouble remembering the five you had set for me last year."

The King looked over his son before letting out a small sigh before turning to the knight at doorway. "You are dismissed from your duty; Jennifer has another task that you may be up for." He spoke and the hooded knight nodded his head before heading down the hall to where Queen Jennifer was working. Stuart turned back to his son before speaking once more. "Son, I am sorry but me and your mother just fear for your safety as you are next in line for the throne. We do not want anything to be happening to you, but we shall be letting you venture out by yourself so long as you stay within the village. Also we need you home before sundown as there is an arrangement that we have to talk about. It's regarding the neighbouring kingdom."

"Of course Father, I'll be home before sundown. I always am. And thank you for letting me go out on my own." Farkle smiled at his father before he headed out the castle doors and made his way to the village, taking the route he's always taken to it.

"You may remove your hood Knight." The Queen spoke, looking up from the paper's in front of her. Her face was framed by short dirty blonde hair. Her lips curled into a smile as the knight took off his hood, revealing a young face. It was clear to her that he was one of the young recruits. "May I get your age and your name please?"

"I am Lucas Friar your Majesty, and next week I turn the age of eighteen." The young knight spoke with a light bow to the queen.

"That is wonderful, Lucas I have a special task for you. We, the king and I, are allowing our Farkle to venture out into the village alone. But we still fear for his safety, what we ask of you is to go out into the village and make friends with him and his female friends. Can you do this?"

Lucas gave a slight nod of his head, "I can do that, if that is what you wish."

"Thank you Lucas and we also do not wish for you to tell him of this. You are just another villager with in the village. In the next room you shall leave your sword and change into the clothes set out. Now, go." With that, Jennifer dismissed the young knight and went back to her work.

A crowed had formed near the fountain in the centre of the village when the Prince had arrived. He was curious about what was happening and made his way through the crowed. Which was easily achieved with the thin framed he sported. Reaching the front of the crowed he saw a young dark skinned boy with a light grey stripped cat. They seemed to be putting on an act for the crowd who were enjoying it, which kind of shocked the young prince. It shocked him for the fact was the crowed wasn't trying to attack the boy, it's sad to know, but he's seen the way some of the villagers have acted towards those with a darker complexion then themselves. And he hated how he felt powerless in not being able to do anything. Blue eyes scanned the crowd and he spotted the two he came out to see, the Prince made his way over to the pair of girls.

"Farkle, where is your guard?" The tall, olive skinned girl asked as she gave a slight curtsy to her friend. Her lips curled into a smile as she stood tall, her hands folded neatly together in front of her.

"I don't have one today. My father let me out on my own. How are we today Miss Matthews, Miss Hart?" The brunette asked as he looked from the tall one to the shorter one.

"We are good, are you sure your father let you out, and that you haven't just snuck out?" The shorter one replied with a playful smile playing upon her lips. Her hair was a blonde curly mess, like it usually was. Farkle was sure she never kept the brushes he would buy her to help her with it, that or it was a fashion thing within the female villagers that he didn't understand.

A small laugh left his lips as gave a slight shake of his head. "I am sure Miss Hart. I do not sneak out, unlike you."

"You know me well your highness." She replied with an over dramatic curtsy to him, which made the trio laugh before they turned their attention back to the young entertainer and his cat. They watched for a while, the boy only stopped when the cat went into the crowd and took a liking to a tall boy who was new to the front of the crowd. As the entertainment stopped, the crowd disbanded and Farkle watched as the new boy bent down to pick up the cat with ease. Farkle came to the conclusion that he was a friend of the other, but he's sure he's never seen their face before. Maybe they were new to this part of the village. Before Farkle could make a step towards the boy, Miss Hart called out; "Hey pretty boys, what are you up to, you seem new to this area?"

The two males turned their heads towards the trio, grins plastered across their faces before they walked over to them. The cat moved to rest upon the dirty blond's shoulder as they stood in front of the girls and prince. "My name is Lucas Friar, and that is Isaiah Babineaux." He spoke as he scratched under the chin of the purring animal on his shoulder.

"I do go by Zay though, and that upon my friend's shoulder is Huntress. She is a wonderful delight. And we are new to this part of the village, yes." Zay spoke as he reached to pet the cat upon his friend's shoulder.

"She seems it. She is very cute, how did you ever get her to do those tricks?" Miss Matthews questioned with a tilt of her head which allowed her long brunette hair to fall into her face.

"A long time is what it took. And what shall be your names?" Replied Zay as he looked between the trio that stood in front of him.

"I am Maya Hart, and this is my wonderful friend, Riley Matthews and our male friend is Farkle." Maya spoke, pointing to Riley when she spoke her name; Riley gave a curtsy to the boys. Farkle, when his name was spoken gave a nod of his head.

"Farkle, like as in Prince Farkle?" Lucas mused, raising an eyebrow at him as he let Huntress down on the ground.

"That I am, but I just want to be treated like any other when I'm out here." He confirmed with another nod of his head, a light smile upon his face as liked the look of the pair. They seemed like they would get along with well with the trio. "Shall we give you a tour of the village, as you are new to here?"

"We wouldn't say no to that. We would gladly accept that."