Hi guys, thank you so much for reviewing. I know the story had a few "tech" issues but The Rebel and The Prince will be continuing until The End. Anyways: chapter three right here! :D

"And then I gave the kite back to her!"

Tedros told Tristan as they walked into the castle. Tristan was Tedros's best friend and they had each other's back. Walking into the kitchen, Tedros swiped two loaves of bread from a kitchen platter. Tristan stifled his laughter as they took a bite into their bread at the same time.

The carriage rumbled down the rickety road. Tedros was inside the carriage trying hard not to be sick. He leaned against the window, mentally killing his father. Because his father was too busy preparing plans for Camelot's so called future, King Arthur decided to let Tedros run a few errands. He noticed a few ladies in waiting smile at him, he sighed and leaned the other way.

Reaching Galvadon, he looked at the villagers, thin people draped in burlap baggy clothing, their faces aching with hunger. He tried to look away and saw a little boy playing on the road. The little boy was smashing a train into the dirt, unaware of everything. Tedros relaxed. Then stiffened again, the little boy was right on the road, with a carriage coming straight at him. Tedros seized and shouted at the man in front.

"Stop the carriage! NOW!"

Tedros yelled, the man didn't hear him. He frantically looked at the villagers, but they were to busy looking at him with envy or awe. That's when a stupid idea floated into his mind. Tedros opened the door and leapt out of the carriage, scraping a gash into his knee. The villagers in front of him peered down with shock. He took a running start and hurtled towards the boy, who was still playing with his train. The boy looked up just in time to see a strange teenager carry him off the ground. The man finally stopped the carriage; he looked at an injured glaring Tedros, a trembling little boy in his arms and a bunch of gaping villagers. Tedros sat the boy in the ground and knelt down, looking into the little boy's eyes.

"Hey, kid, what your name?"

He asked. Everyone stared. Out of the corner in his eye, he saw a girl running towards them. Probably the boy's sister. He thought.

"Jacob…"

The little boy answered, looking at his train.

"Well, Jacob, I suggest you pay attention the next time your on a road, carriages can go very fast and can hit you…ok?"

Tedros whispered. Jacob nodded. A pair of pale arms swopped in and picked up the little boy. A girl with shoulder length black hair and glimmering brown eyes looked down at him. A fire of hate was burning through her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, but did you not see the little boy on the road before?"

Tedros stifled a glare, the girl looked very familiar, like he had seen her.

"I tried to stop the driver"

He said back with authority and stood up. The girl rolled her eyes and Tedros was taken aback, and then remembered his job. He cleared his throat.

"Villagers of Galvadon, Camelot's kingdom need more people to join the staff. You will be paid with 20 coins every week, which is a lot, and will be offered a room, food and protection, would anyone like to take a job?"

No one answered, probably debating whether to leave his or her family. Then a hand rose. Gasps aroused, he laid eyes on the glaring girl, her black hair blowing in the wind.

"I'll take the job!"

Agatha said. Tedros shrugged, another girl ran towards the glaring girl. She had long blond hair and green eyes. They were frantically whispering something. Tedros stepped in, glancing at the blond girl then at the dark haired girl.

"Are you going or not?"

Tedros asked the dark-haired girl, she nodded, give the blondie a hug before following Tedros into the carriage. She looked back at her home, with brimming tears that wet her lashes, and slumped into the plush seat, as Tedros got in. Her sister made no sound, her mouth hanging open, her wet cheeks shining. As the carriage rode away, the dark haired girl swallowed her fear, doing this for her family, glanced at Tedros that was studying her with a weird expression.

"Am I going to be a maid?"

She asked, her voice barely audible. Tedros nodded, he couldn't help but feel sympathy for her. He felt exactly like that, opened ended and scared, when his mother had left him. Tedros shifted uncomfortably.

"Uh, can I ask what you name is?"

Tedros prodded her, she looked at him with two big eyes, like warm chocolate. He raised a eyebrow.

"Agatha"

She whispered, and Tedros spent the whole ride gaping in shock.