Fiddleford ran as fast as he could, he looked back to see no men chasing him. He laughed and turned his head to see a dozen men in front of him. He quickly stopped and tried to run back but one of the men grabbed his collar, cuffs him, and took him to the castle where he will face the King and Queen.
"My King, this man was stealing food from the tents in the village and beat three of our guards." The guard pushed Fiddleford to the ground in front of him. "What should we do with him?"
The King sat in his throne with his two sons by his side, Prince Stanford and Prince Stanley. Stanford was forced to wear mittens to cover his freakish hands. The King leaned forward in his seat and spoke. "Kill him."
"Wait! Father please, show him mercy." Ford begged. He knew the man wasn't a bad person he witnessed the act.
Stanford was riding on his horse but stopped when he saw a man stealing bread from the tents, Stanford reached for his sword, ready to face the man but stopped when he saw the thief share the bread with two poor kids. "Hmm, I can't." Ford took his hands off the sword and was about to continue riding his horse.
"Where did you get this from?" One of the guards asked. Stanford stayed and watched. The guard took the bread from one the kids and took a bite.
"Hey that's not yours!" Fiddleford exclaimed. He tried to snatch the bread away but the guard was quick.
"It's not yours either!" The guard pushed the man down to the ground. Fiddleford got up and punch the guard in the jaw. The guard fell to the ground.
Stanford couldn't watch anymore, he left and went back to the castle.
"Why should I?" The King asked Stanford.
"...Let's make him serve us..let's make him a knight." Ford answered. The people in the room gasped and whispered in one another's ear. "You said he beat three guards right, with his own hands. We could use a knight like him."
"Hmm...Fine, but he can not leave your side and you have to keep an eye on him."
The guards uncuffed Fiddleford and left the castle. The man rubbed his wrists and glanced at Stanford.
"Okay listen here thief, for now on you will serve my son Stanford Fildrick Pines for the rest of your life. Your training will start tomorrow. Stanford show him around the castle, and make sure he doesn't steal anything."
"It's Filbrick father." Ford corrected with a growl. "Follow me thief."
Fiddleford followed Ford to his room. "Um-"
"Shh." Ford pointed at the guards then he put his hands behind his back. "We need to keep it quiet." He whispered.
When they made it to the room Stanford sighed with relief and relaxed his muscles. The Fiddleford lifted an eyebrow at Ford. "Why did you help me?"
"Because I know you didn't deserve such a punishment. I'm so sorry."
Now Fiddleford was even more confused. "For what?"
"I couldn't think of any other way to save you from the punishment. I am very sorry, you have to serve me for the rest of your life."
Fiddleford didn't see this coming, he didn't think the son of the merciless King was so...kind and innocent. He smiled softly. "It's okay really, you saved my life..." Fiddleford stopped when he noticed the mittens Stanford was wearing. "Why do you wear mittens?"
