AN: Here we go! Chapter 2! Thanks for all the story alerts and favourites! You guys really surprised me! And in such a short time too! This chapter is Kurt POV.

Chapter 2 - The Blond Haired Man

Kurt watched the stranger with curious eyes. He was handsome. Not as handsome as some of the others that Kurt had seen wandering the forest, but handsome enough to not be ugly. He had curly hair, which was short. If it was any longer, Kurt thought, it would probably resemble a bush.

And his eyes.

Oh, those honey eyes made Kurt's knees weak. Kurt hasn't seen very many pairs of eyes over his years, but these… these are definitely the best pair yet.

The stranger was just watching him, and Kurt examined him as he did. He wasn't very tall, standing about four inched shorter than Kurt himself. And what was he doing in this forest in the first place?

"Why are you here?" Kurt asked, crossing his arms over his chest, and glaring hard at the man.
"I'm looking for the lost prince," the stranger grinned, "and something tells me I found him. Please, may I escort you back to the kingdom, your majesty?"

Who does this guy think he is? Is this some sort of joke? Finn probably set him up for this. Finn wasn't very nice, most of the time. In fact, he was Kurt's least favourite visitor. And he visited often.

"If I may ask," the stranger started, "why are you out here all alone, your majesty?"

Kurt glared at the man again, lifting his head up a bit and turning away.
"None of your business," he scoffed, "you can leave now. Tell Finn his plan to deceive me failed. He's a pig, he is."
"Who's Finn, your majesty?"

Kurt laughed.
"Alright. So if Finn didn't send you, who did? Was it Carol? Or was it Bernard? I bet it was Bernard…"

The stranger looked shocked. Out of nowhere, Kurt heard some more rustling. Gripping the handle of one of the few knives that Kurt had, Kurt backed away.
"Who have you brought with you?" Kurt asked bitterly at the stranger, and he looked taken aback.

"Your majesty," he tried, "I sent for help. You see, my friend Artie over there is injured."
"Yes, I can see that," Kurt scoffed again, "in fact, I caused that."

A few more figures stepped out from the trees and took in the scene. A few looked shocked, a few looked angry. But each of them shared an expression of relief.
"What?" Kurt asked them, angry.

"Your majesty," one of the men, with very bright blond hair, grinned, before kneeling, "it's a pleasure to finally see you."
"Why does everyone keep calling me 'your majesty'? I'm not royalty!" Kurt growled angrily at them, before turning to walk away. The blond man rushed over to him, grabbing his wrist.

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to insist, your majesty."

Kurt glanced down at the arm of the man holding him. It was large, for a young man, and it had gray leather stretched across it. Leather was a trademark of Laetitia. These people weren't from his area.

"I'm afraid you have the wrong person," Kurt pulled his hand free, "I'm not from Laetitia. My queen, Queen Carol, found me in the woods when I was a child. She's raised me my entire life. I will repeat, I am not your prince."
"At least return with us to Laetitia," the blond man insisted, "we can see the sight-seer, Shelby. She can confirm it."

Kurt looked wary, before turning again.
"I'm not your prince."

The blond man advanced a bit, and Kurt turned to glare at the man.
"Don't you have an injured knight to look after? His wounds look poisoned. Something tells me he won't last long without medical help."
Kurt grabbed a knife from his belt, one identical to the ones embedded in the man's legs, and twirled it in his fingers.

"You shall be forgiven for your harm, your majesty," the blond man spoke, "please hand over the knife."

Kurt scoffed again.
"Are you stupid? I'm not your prince! I'm from the kingdom that has declared war on yours. We should be trying to kill each-other right now!"

The blond haired man simply lifted his hand, and hit Kurt over the head.

When Kurt came to, he was lying on a large table in an unfamiliar room. In fact, it was a tent. He shook his head, glancing to the other people in the tent. There was a woman, with long black hair, tied up in a bun, who was gazing at Kurt intently. There was the blond man from earlier, and the curly-haired man with the gorgeous eyes.

But sitting closest to him was an older man. He had gray hair, which was balding, and he had a look of utter happiness upon his face.

"Is this him?" the man asked the woman, "is this my son?"

Kurt scoffed. What kind of man wouldn't recognize his own son? Besides, Kurt's parents were both dead. That's what Carol had told him.

"Yes," the woman said, "this is the prince."

Kurt stared at the woman like she had grown another head. Kurt wasn't the prince, why won't these people understand that?

"Alec? Do you remember me, Alec?"
"Who's Alec?" Kurt raised an eyebrow, "my name is Kurt."

The man waved his hand. "I guess you were too young to remember the name we gave you. Either way. Welcome back son. We've been looking for you for quite a while. It's great to finally get you back."
"I'm sorry sir," Kurt pushed the man's hands from his shoulders, "my only parent is Queen Carol. You must be mistaken."

"I feared this would happen."

Everyone in the tent turned to look at the woman. She had her fingers on her temples, and she was staring directly into Kurt's eyes.

She began to mumble, faintly, but Kurt could still hear her.

"You were eleven months old, on a trip to the village with your Aunt and Uncle. You were attacked, a man named Bernard. He took you and you Uncle, killing your Aunt as a warning. He brought you to the king and queen of Sono, a request by the king, and they raised you as one of their own along with their own son, Finn. You were in the forest where you were retrieved by Sir Samuel, and you have no memory of your life in Laetitia."

Kurt just looked at the woman.
"That's it?" he asked, laughing a bit, "that's the greatest prophecy that the great sight-seer Shelby can give me?"
"On the contrary, your majesty," she said, "this just proved that you are, indeed the prince of Laetitia. You are legally bound to this kingdom. King Burt is your father. All you know is a lie."

Kurt glared at the woman, before hopping off the table and rushing out of the tent.