"There's the bakery!" Galahad pointed to a sign that showed a painting of a bread.

They entered it and were greeted immediately by the sweet aroma of the newly baked bread.

"Yum!" Ogilvie licked his lips at the anticipating smell.

"Agreed." Lancelot nodded. "but then the baker of this bakery isn't as friendly as the shopkeeper,"

"Oh? Why is that?"

"Well…"

Unfortunately, the ebony knight was interrupted when the kitchen door slammed open and out came a fat brown canine male mobian with a baker's hat, a white shirt, brown shorts, and a green apron on as he came out with a tray full off newly-baked bread. He stomped towards the window and slammed the tray onto the table nearby before he turned to the newcomers with a scowl on his face.

"What are you freaks doing in my bakery?!" he roared. "No one is allowed in here without my permission!"

He looked closer and spotted the crown on the azure prince's head, making him growl. "Especially a royal who wants to take my bread!"

The prince was caught off guard with the comment. He never expected anyone to think of him to be a criminal. Let alone a thief who steals bread. He would think that their big brother Manic would be the guilty one.

"Pardon us, sir," the young knave beside him began. "We don't want to take your bread. We just wanted to buy some for the coronation feast,"

"I don't care!" the baker glared at the albino one. "YOU don't tell me what I don't know, you motherless freak! Get out! Now! I don't want ANYONE taking my bread unless there's a famine!"

"DON'T YOU DARE TALK TO MY SON THAT WAY!" the Knight snapped.

"DON'T TALK TO ME THAT WAY EITHER, KNIGHT! YOU HAVE NO RIGHTS OVER ME! NO ONE DOES!"

"Wait!" Ogilvie interrupted the fight, going between his Knight and the baker. "Maybe there's a way to settle this, Mr. Baker,"

"Oh yeah?" the baker huffed, folding his arms. "And how do you suppose we do that?"

"We take all your bed and I'll promise to pay. While my Knights take gather them, however, I'll help you bake new, fresher ones to actually sell to the people,"

"Hmph, I doubt you can bake…"

"I can! I really can! Please?"

The prince gave his best pitiful face, his lime eyes shimmering in sadness as he pouted. The baker stared at him for a couple of minutes before sighing in defeat.

"Fine." he grumbled. "I'll give you a chance, your highness…BUT! If I don't like how you bake, the deal is off! Understood?!"

The lime-eyed azure hedgehog smiled in response. "It's a deal!"

In an instant, he placed on his baking outfit then he turned to the two behind him.

"Lancelot, Galahad, I want you two to gather all of the bread and place it in our cart," he ordered.

"As you wish, my prince," Lancelot responded, bowing with his son.

Ogilvie blushed and smiled then he turned and placed on his golden apron, tying the ribbon around his hourglass waist. The ebony knight took notice of this and his face reddened in surprise as the prince finished tying and entered the kitchen with the baker.

"Father?" Galahad stood straight as he placed a hand on his father's shoulder, causing the Knight to flinch and stand straight.

"Let's gather the bread,"

The albino knave didn't argue and kept his mouth shut as he followed behind his father. They placed some of the bread in two sacks then after taking them to the cart, they went back inside to gather the more and more. As they did, the younger hedgehog decided to start the conversation he was longing to do with the other.

"Um, Father?" he began. "Can I ask you something?"

"What is it, Galahad?" Lancelot turned to the golden-eyed albino hedgehog, storing a pile of bread into his sack.

"Do you…have a liking for the prince?"

"Hmm?!" the Knight was obviously caught off-guard by the question as his face burnt. "W-What do you mean, Galahad?"

Galahad frowned. "You know what I mean, Father,"

The ebony knight sighed and turned away, his ears pinning as he placed his visor up. The albino knave gulped, guilty.

"Wait, Father, you don't have to…"

"Galahad," Lancelot groaned and turned his head back. "why does it matter if I do or not? Prince Ogilvie is a royal. Why would he care for the feelings of a Knight such as me?"

"But, Father…"

"A Knight's duty is to be by the king or by a royal's side, not on his throne. NEVER on his throne…"

"Father," the knave' voice went soft as he gently placed a hand on his father's shoulder. "I have a feeling you're being in denial and I think I know why,"

"W-What do you…"

"You're afraid to lose the prince like you lost Mother, correct?"

The Knight was silent, his face burning and his ruby red eyes filling with tears as he trembled.

His son was right, tho. He had an admiration for the prince and, yes, he was afraid. He was afraid to lose Ogilvie…like he lost his wife…

Tears ran down his tan cheeks as he dropped to his knees, dropping the sack of bread as he placed his hands on his face. His son watched in guilt, his ears pinned before he placed down his sack and hugged the older hedgehog.

"F-Father…" Galahad choked on his own tears as he tried to console his father. "d-don't cry…p-please…I didn't mean to…"

"No." Lancelot shook his head and wiped his tears. "y-you're right, Galahad. I…I am afraid to lose the prince…like I lost your mother…"

"Father…"

"Prince Ogilvie is like a priceless sapphire," the ebony knight sighed unhappily. "His lime eyes shimmer bright like stars and his fur is softer than a feather. He's very caring, like a caring mother, and even if his voice is identical to his triplet brothers, to me, it sounds unique and loving…"

"Oh, Father," the albino knave smiled softly. "You DO like the prince, don't you?"

"I…I do…"

"Will you tell him?"

The Knight shook his head. "No, I cannot, Galahad. It will not be right and you know that."

"But, Father…"

Lancelot didn't even stay to listen to his son. Instead, he grabbed both sacks and returned to his work without a word. The knave sighed in defeat and silently helped his father with the job.

Fortunately, they were finished by the time the kitchen doors swung open again.

Out came Ogilvie and the baker, chatting happily like old friends as they held a tray of newly-baked, red-striped bread. The prince's smile immediately caused the ebony knight to blush so he placed down his visor. The albino knave giggled in response as the azure prince and the old baker placed the trays on the table.

"Man, I'm impressed by the way you bake, your majesty," the baker chuckled. "You're amazing!"

"Thanks, Krypton," Ogilvie replied, mentioning the baker's name, which was told to him earlier while they were baking. "I learnt from my two mothers so I've had lots of practice,"

"I could tell. I mean, red velvet-flavored bread?! That's just genius!"

"Aw, thanks. I had my inspiration,"

"Oh really? Like a special someone?"

The azure prince blushed and smiled, glancing at the Knight that stood afar. "Yeah, a REALLY special someone…"