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Shamus POV

I watched Sasana move across the room. He'd been acting… off, it was truly the best way to describe it. It wasn't anything major or one thing in particular. More on the lines of several little things that were adding up: some of them were normal things he did just now they were overly obsessive.

The pacing is the most notable. Now Arthur has always been a pacer when he's under a lot of stress. The movement relaxes muscles and lets oxygen flow better, but recently he'd been pacing almost obsessively. It hadn't gotten to the point of muttering to himself so I hadn't stopped him.

The next was an almost OCD tendency. He was a neat freak, especially about his weapons, books and kitchen, but he wasn't OCD. If he was tired or busy he'd let a mess go for days. Lately though he'd been obsessively checking locks: window locks, door locks… it didn't matter. He would make several loops around a room checking the locks. On some days, the vents got the same treatment.

He was getting frustrated a lot easier too, but I had blamed that on us all being cooped up together for so long.

"He's been acting weird." Paddy spoke from beside me. I jumped slightly having not heard him in my observation of the brat. I watched as Arthur violently shook a door handle. I wasn't sure if he was trying to open it or if he was making sure it was locked.

"He's just stressing out from being cooped up for so long." I watched Arthur stop jiggling the handle to glare at it.

"I don't think that's it." Paddy spoke up. "He dragged me across a table top yesterday by a handful of hair." I paused cocking my head and thinking about it. That type of thing wasn't all too unusual for the empire to do. But the modern day England didn't do shit like that, especially to Patrick. Patrick was his baby.

"What do you want to do about it?" Arthur had turned to pulling on the handle of a push door without turning the handle. Maybe Patrick had a point.

"I don't know, take him on a walk," I turned my attention away from my mental sibling and to Patrick's celery green eyes. It irked me how diluted those eyes were. Nothing like the vibrant shades of green us older siblings had. "I mean you know Arthur better so let's say you're right and he's going bonkers from being stuck inside. Maybe he could go outside, I don't know, be seen with the Queen or Prime Minister something." I turned away from Patrick's too diluted eyes to Arthur who was now kicking the door.

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The film footage rolled showing one of the windows of the palace with dark shapes moving behind it. In a flash, glass exploded as a high backed chair came through it. A smallish blonde haired teen jumped out of the window bracing his body on the edge of the frame with his hand in order to land on his feet. No sooner did his feet hit the ground then he was off in a flash blood flipping from his cut hand. Two other early twenties boys jumped through the window in pursuit; these two were taller with black and red hair. Another red head poked his head out through the window before cautiously making his way outside and following the other three.

The blonde teen ran but with the older twos longer legs they were gaining on him. The red head made a grab for the blonde once he was in range. But the blonde came to a completely stop forcing his elbow into the gut of the red head and pivoting on the balls of his toes to punch him in the underside of his jaw with the same arm.

The black haired one grabbed a hold of the blonde's other arm quickly looping it behind his back and forcing the blonde onto his tip toes. The red head righted himself before approaching the blonde from the front. He caught the blonde's foot in his hands as the blonde was forced to arch backward by the black haired one.

The twiggy lighter red head made an appearance carrying what appeared to be the tie back to a large curtain and a belt in his hands. A confused looked crossed his face as the blonde was forced down with his nose being rubbed in the dirt. There was a gesture of hands and the older red head got the belt from the younger kneeling down to the blonde.

He jumped back to his feet suddenly face contorted in pain, mouth furiously spitting out unheard words as he waved his hand around. The blonde gave a vicious sneer form the ground, blood showing lightly on his teeth. The black haired one shoved his nose back into the dirt as the older red head grabbed a hand full of blonde hair forcing the belt around the blonde's neck.

The younger red head offered the tasseled end of the cord to the older one who looped it into the belt before fastening it around the blonde's neck. They froze for a moment heads cocked as if they were listening to something. The black haired one sitting on the blonde's back with the older red head kneeling beside his head.

A different blonde identical to the first came flying into the angle of the film smashing into the black haired one and they rolled across the grass. The blonde on the ground wasted no time and was up smashing the back of his head into the stunned older red head's nose.

The screen went blank as it was turned off. Five sets of eyes moved to the Queen as they all gulped in unison different levels of worry and remorse crossing each similar face.

"As much as it pains me to ask," the Queen rubbed the bridge of her nose sinking down into a seat. "What happened?"

"It's all his fault, if he stopped acting weird…"

"North suggested…"

"Twin in danger…"

"Jumped me…"

"I didn't mean it like that," All the brothers spoke at once their words blending together and nothing much getting through.

"One at a time," she stopped them, hands up in a halt position. "Shamus since you are a guest, you may speak first."

"The brat's been acting weird and I had ignored it until North said something about it, and what he said made sense. He suggested we do something about it. He said it was because the brat had been cooped up inside too long and that we should take him out like a dog."

"That's not what I said! I said maybe he should be seen with the Queen or Prime Minister outside, not to try and put a leash on him and drag him around!"

"That's not what you said dearest, you said to take him on a walk!"

"Enough both of you." The Queen fixed the two Irelands with a firm look that told them to quit speaking.

"Angus, how did you get involved?" She looked at the red head with the broken nose. The swelling was already starting to go down and the blood had long since stopped.

"Eirn came up to me and asked if I had noticed anything off with Arthur. I thought about it for a moment and after our last tiff I had really been avoiding him. Then Paddy spoke up pointing out some weirder than normal shi… stuff he had been doing and suggested we find a way to get him outside. Shamus said he had a plan, but we needed to retrain Arthur for it to work."

"Don't go making this sound like it's my fault, North was all for it. Just because he's the baby and your favorite doesn't mean you should change what happened." Angus stuck his tongue out at his younger sibling.

"Boys that is enough! Arthur, why is there a chair in my front yard?"

"Well I had been double checking the locks of the widows in the sun room when they," he turned to glare at the two red heads and Ireland, "came into the room, they were acting like they were up to something and that's when Shamus took the cord that was holding back the curtains and Angus ripped off his belt. I didn't want to see what they were up to so I went to leave when the traitor," he fixed Patrick with a particularly hard glare, "blocked my exit; he knew I wouldn't intentionally hit him. Anyway, we started to fight and then I needed a way out and glass cuts really hurt…" he trailed off looking sheepishly at the ground.

The queen sighed before looking at Bran. Generally she could count on him to stay out of things like this.

"I felt Arthur panic and went to help. It didn't dawn on me until we were in the grass that it was Shamus I had tackled." He smiled like nothing was wrong.

"And after you realized it was Shamus?"

"He was going to hit me anyway I thought I would make it worth it." His green eyes went huge and watery as he looked at the ground and sniffed.

"You're not falling for that, are you?" Shamus asked blatantly.

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