AN: Alright guys I know its been a while and the new chapter for my other story is on the way I promise but this story popped into my mind and I had to write it.

Prince Darren of Garenth had had the life of the average royal. He had servants, slaves, trained as a knight, and had had every luxury that could be offered to him. He lived in a strict world and liked it that way. Servants were his subordinates and were all around lower than he. The knights of his kingdom were nobles from court. His mother and father were the king and queen. The king ruled with an iron fist and any questioning of his authority or insult to his person was not tolerated. This was the world that he knew, nothing else.

"You want me to go where?" the 19 year old prince stared incredulously up at his father.

"To Camelot, Arthur Pendragon has recently inherited his throne and I would like you to go as the ambassador to his kingdom." King Verence stated as if it was a request for the boy to compete in a tournament.

"I thought you wanted to have nothing to do with Camelot? You said it yourself that it was a place of corruption and prejudice! What's so different now?" Darren knew he was whining, but this was not some small command. Everyone knew the stories of the Purge in Camelot. Even if you were suspected of having magic, let alone using it, you were burned at the stake or beheaded.

"Darren, you should not judge one kingdom by its predecessor. Just as your reign will not be like your father's give the Camelot boy a chance to prove that his reign is not his fathers." His mother chastised.

"But what if it is?" the dark haired prince challenged.

"Darren, you are going. Choose your knights, you leave tomorrow." The tone was a dismissal and the prince knew it. He bowed to his father and stormed from the room. His slave, a 16 year old boy who had been with him since the prince was 12, scurried after him.

"Kyle, while we're in Camelot don't use magic, alright? Bring none of your supplies with you. I'm going out to training. Prepare my things." He waved a dismissing hand at the boy.

"Yes sire." The boy bowed and disappeared down the hallway.

It was a week long journey to the kingdom of Camelot, one that the prince spent sulking. He avoided the villages once they crossed the border, going from sleeping in the best rooms the inns could offer to sleeping under the stars around a crackling campfire.