The gracious queen of England marrying the oh so charming eventual king was a well received televised event that pulled on the people's heartstrings from the four corners of the world. A woman born into the life of luxury, and was raised from a little tike to a glamorous woman in the spotlight, giving her hand in marriage to a broke man who never had the chance to have a taste at everything his soon-to-be spouse was gifted with throughout her life.

Their relationship wasn't made exclusive to the public. The queen would often secretly meet up with her lover and disguise herself so they could have a normal relationship. They adored each other. It wasn't based on the man wanting to marry into the wealth by sweet-talking his way into her heart, no, it was pure love, and they knew it was. After two years of sneaking out and hiding away from the palace, the man finally proposed to his queen.

She exclaimed yes before he could even finish.

It was the marriage of the century, little girls from around the world watched in awe as the queen wore a Cinderella ball gown as she walked down the aisle. Everyone around the world laughed as the groom was so nervous that he stuttered when reciting his vows. And everyone around the world cheered as the kiss linked them together as husband and wife. With the linking of royalty and peasantry being presented worldwide, it made people begin to hope that they themselves could become a regal princess, or a prince for that matter, one day.

The belief only seemed to strengthen eight months after the televised ceremony.

Prince Arthur was brought into the world eight months after the wedding-because he was conceived that very wedding night and he is a premature child since he was born a month and five days away from his due date. He became the darling of the country overnight. His first baby picture was the front cover on every single magazine for a week, anything he may have touched would have immediately been turned around and sold, and he was the child of a queen and a peasant-an idea that mostly exist in the fairy tales more than they do in real life.

The bouncing baby prince was starting to be raised in front of the cameras, entirely similar as his mother before him. He was always present in his mother's arms at any and all events she attended alongside her king. He began his life in the televisions inside everyone's homes.

Then, tragedy had to strike the royal family.

The king had developed cancer in his brain, and it was discovered far too late for any medical miracles to save him. Once it was discovered, the queen and prince Arthur had slowed their roll with the public appearances. The world began to forget what the prince had looked like, who the prince was, or what even was his name?

And that problem only seemed to worsen when the king passed away one month after being diagnosed with the brain tumor. He had passed on during the night. However, he was wide-awake. Stroking his wife's long blonde locks as everything around became darker and darker, before whispering his final confession of love as he closed his eyes and became limp for good.

The queen was grief stricken. Her beautiful emerald eyes became waterfalls from her crystal blue tears. She withdrew her son from the public eye, confining him to world consisting of the castle only. She was warned numerous times by those around her that what she decided for her son was wrong for his development. Yes, she all ready was well aware of what the confinement would do to his growth. But, she didn't want to lose the last piece of her king.

Away from the public eye was where prince Arthur spent his childhood. Playing in the gardens an hour a day by playing with the bugs he found in the royal roses, finally cracking over the toy box the president of France had sent over at his birth, being read stories by his nanny before nap time and being read stories by his mother before bed. It was truly a most dull life a prince could have.

He grew into his adolescence realizing he knew nothing about his own country, the world even.

His tutor and the books stashed in the library could only tell him so much. He knew what forests look liked, with deep green colored leaves decorating the tree branches and blades of wet grass covering the soil beneath, but it was another thing to be standing in one entirely.

He was slowly reaching his nineteenth year of living. He turned nineteen come April twenty-third, and it was currently January tenth. His high school level of education was over, and now he was having the most prestigious professors brought to him; rather than him finally stepping back into society and discovering the world whilst studying.

Frankly, after his tenth birthday he had enough of never being able to leave the palace. Now it was time for Arthur to begin sneaking out of the palace.

There were only two in the palace staff who would ever dare to help him. His old nanny, Mrs. Elizabeta Héderváry or Liz as Arthur affectionately calls her, that acts as a sort emotional support for whatever the prince does, and is also the second-mother to the darling prince. Similar to some of the palace staff, she does have a residence in the palace; she did when prince Arthur was an infant but that was only when the queen was busy at night. Her husband, Roderich Edelstein, was a traveling piano player that used to play at the queen's dinners and at the prince's small birthday parties. The two of them took up a small apartment about seven miles away from the palace. And despite Arthur's claims that he would use some of his wealth to buy her a vehicle, Elizabeta either arrived at the palace from walking or by taking the public transit.

The other individual was the head cook for Arthur's meals, Francis Bonnefoy. He was known to be flirtatious to the maids of the palace, and he often flirted with them alongside one of the guards Gilbert Beilschimdt. He was greeted with the job immediately after he graduated from culinary school, which was when Arthur was fifteen and made it abundantly clear that he possessed no cooking skills. Even though he and Arthur didn't get along on the best of days, it was Francis' job to ensure Arthur was receiving all the nutrients he needed to thrive. And just like Elizabeta, he didn't live inside the palace, but he lived closer to the palace than the nanny.

With his wish to be shown the outside world still pounding in his heart, when Francis and Elizabeta arrived in his bedroom to wake him up and serve him breakfast, he nonchalantly asked when Francis presented him with a plate of eggs, hash browns, and toast while Elizabeta set his tea down on his nightstand.

"I would like to go outside."

When Arthur stated that, the color from both Francis' face and Elizabeta's disappeared. Their mouths hung slightly agape as their eyes widened in confusion.

"Arthur. Could you repeat that, please?" Elizabeta asked, double checking whether or not she was hearing things.

"Of course, Liz. I would like to go outside."

Francis' worried look was replaced by one of uncertain humor, it was as if he didn't know whether or not to take Arthur's statement as a joke. "Ohonhonhon! Arthur! Good joke there!"

"I am being completely serious, I'll have you know."

Lightly slapping Francis on his shoulder, Elizabeta cleared her throat before saying. "Why do you say that, Arthur? Are you sick?"

"No-no! I am perfectly healthy!" Arthur reassured. "I know my mother instructed you to tell me no if I were to ask such a thing. But I am eighteen, bloody, years old-"

"Arthur, watch your mouth."

"Oh, sorry Liz... Um, it is just that I want to know everything that's out there..." Arthur said, picking up his silver fork and beginning to poke at his eggs. "Even if it is just for one night, I would be grateful if you two would help me sneak out. It could be during the night so no one will know that I am absent."

The two adults were left speechless as they stared at their young prince with a mixture of pity and surprise.

"While you eat your breakfast, Francis and I will go talk in the kitchen. Alright? When we come back up for your dishes, we'll tell you what we think." Elizabeta stated without considering Francis' stance on the whole ordeal.

"Thank you, Liz." Arthur replied before taking a small bite out of his buttered toast.

Bowing their heads, the two adults left the bedroom of their prince, slowly closing the golden trimmed door behind them, as they began to venture through the carpeted hallways and heading for the kitchen. They remained silent as they walked beside each other, Arthur's request still fresh in the memories. But once they were in the safety of the empty kitchen-Francis' fellow cooks off presumably to serve the queen in the dining area-it became an all out verbal battle.

"I think we should do what Arthur wants."

"Excusez-moi! Do you want to get fired?"

"Francis, look, the prince has only been to the parliament building since he was an infant. It's time he sees more than a room filled with old men." Elizabeta argued, crossing her arms over her chest.

"What if we get caught!? They'll arrest us!"

"I've been with Arthur before he could say his first word! If we get caught helping, he will get us out of any trouble!"

"We can't rely on-"

"Francis, I swear in God's name I will hit you with a frying pain!" Most certainly Elizabeta's statement got the French cook to shut his trap and listen to what the Hungarian nanny had to say. "What we could do would help Arthur. At this rate he's going to become king and know nothing about his country!"

"What if after this 'one-time' Arthur wants to go out again?"

"Then we'll cross that bridge when we get there." Elizabeta turned on her heel and began to walk away from Francis-her small pumps clicking against the tiled floor of the kitchen. "I expect my breakfast to be sent to Arthur's room on a silver platter. We'll talk over the plan while I eat." She ordered, turning her head over her shoulder to address the head cook.

"You can't order me around."

"Oh! And what would Prince Arthur say if I told him you said that?"

"...I'll have it ready in twenty minutes."

"Good!"

With that little talk out of the way, Elizabeta made her way back to the prince's bedroom-greeting some of the maids and guards as she walked on by. Once there, she knocked gently against the wooden door before opening it and allowing herself in. "Arthur?" She called out, seeing the blonde had pushed his half eaten breakfast plate out of the one and had all ready downed his morning tea. "Arthur Archie Kirkland of England, how many times do I have to tell you to eat your breakfast!"

Arthur was slightly taken back, since he expected a warm welcoming for his second-mother. "But Liz! I'm getting tired of eating eggs every morning!"

"It's good for you, you need to eat it! You can't survive off tea!"

"Then tell Francis to cook me something else!"

"I will then!"

"Great!"

Elizabeta sighed as Arthur brought the plate closer to him and resumed eating his breakfast, an unhappy scowl painted on his face. "Francis and I decided we will help you." She said, attempting to dispel the small argument that just happened.

Arthur nearly dropped his fork. "You really are going to help me?"

"Yes, you do know that I can persuade Francis into doing anything, right?" She remarked as she sat down on the foot of the bed, observing Arthur break out into a smile and push his plate out of the way before lunging forward and hugging Elizabeta around her shoulders.

"Thank you-thank you-thank you!"

"Anything for you, Arthur. When Francis brings up my breakfast we can discuss the plan."

Arthur furrowed his prominent busy eyebrows and pulled away from Elizabeta. "Francis is making you breakfast?"

"Like I said, I can persuade Francis to do anything for me."

"Fear tactics?"

"I hope you don't mind that I used your name to get me some breakfast."