Hi! Here Haruka with a new chapter a bit LONGER than I had in mind when I planned this fic but whatever n_n I hope all you like it!

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Not even the sands of time plot is mine T_T

Let's Go!

Night had arrived at the time that the prince returned to the camp, what helped him to cover his entrance to his tent because soldiers hadn't realized that he had fled under their watch yet.

But it was also troubling because they were supposed to attack the city in the early morning and that would be in a few hours time. The prince had little time to convince his father in stopping the heartless attack.

Once inside his tent again, he quickly took off his gear so as not to raise any suspicion or insinuate that he had come out on one of his 'incursions' and left his tent, hardly returning the 'good night, Prince' greeting from the soldiers as he passed by them.

He was too lost in thought trying to come up with good and convincing words to explain his father why he thought this attack shouldn't be done at all while he made his way to the king's tent.

On his way, he spotted one of his father's generals patting the head of an unknown but impressive horse.

He smiled at the sight. Raymond, or Ray as he liked to be addressed, was talking softly at the animal while the horse munched cheerfully on some food from their own that he must have given to it.

"Ray!" he called, walking a bit more rushed at him, with a bit more of confidence as he approached the older soldier.

An idea came up inside his head at seeing him there. Though a bit arrogant and sometimes immature, Ray was a good friend and a sort of mentor to him.

He had been the one entrusted with the task of train him in the art of war since his youth, teaching him how to fight and use any kind of weapons, though he favoured the sword.

Also, he was the main promoter of his night escapes to the city, a kid had to have some bit of fun once in a while, he said, and he was who often had to cover his back or make up some excuse to explain his absence... Those weren't always good or logical but the prince appreciated his kind efforts anyway.

The general lifted his eyes from the horse to see the young prince walking quickly to his direction. Instantly, his smile dropped a bit in worry. He had spent time enough at his side to perceive when something was bothering the kid.

"Henry" he greeted him once the kid stopped in front of him.

He was one of the few people that was allowed to address him by his name and not his title.

"What can I do for you?"

"I need your help to convince my father that this attack is bad!" the kid blurted out in a more or less desperate way.

Ray almost sighed in relief at hearing him say that.

As a general from the royal army, he was obligued to follow the orders of their king, and as a skilled warrior, he felt proud to dedicate his life to protect and defend his city and the people, however, something about this attack felt wrong.

King Jacob could be childish and oblivious most of the time, but he knew him enough to know that he was an overall smart, good man, with a kind heart and noble.

So this sudden need to attack a city that had done nothing to endanger or threaten him or their people looked suspicious for the soldier.

Furthermore, he had felt really sad and anguished seeing the way his apprentice had reacted at the chance of a 'true' battle. He shuddered just at the memory of the prince's eager attitude to a violent experience.

But the obvious distress in his expression and the troubled gaze in his eyes signaled that the boy had realized how bad was what he had wanted to take part in.

His heart unclenched with newfound calmness.

He was about to confirm that he was going to have his support in this task but the kid interrupted him with a topic completely different.

"Whose horse is it? I've never seen it around the camp or at the palace' stables."

Henry outstretched his hand slowly at the animal. The horse snorted softly and shook its head a bit but allowed him to place his hand with his fingers spreaded over its nose. The prince smiled.

Ray had been smiling through the short interaction between the prince and the horse but the kid's question made him scowl.

"It belongs to your father 'new ally,'" he replied, disdainfully.

Henry shot his head up, halting the move of his hand that had been peting the horse.

"Is he in the camp?" he asked, looking around quickly as if expecting to find him walking among the soldiers.

"Yes, he is now inside the tent with your father," Ray replied, sounding frustrated with that, his scowl changing to give way to a concerned expression. "He demanded the king to be left alone with him to better 'revise' the plan", he did quotation marks with his fingers, "and he acepted."

The prince's face changed to desperation and worry once he remembered the reason he had approached to the army officer, and took his hand out of the horse, taking a step back.

"Ray, this attack is despicable and unfair! We have to stop my father of making a huge, serious mistake!"

"I completely agree with you, Henry, and I'm proud that you have been mature and honest enough to perceive how wrong and cruel this decision of your father is and that you want to change it." He rested a hand on his shoulder displaying an expression that denoted how real those words were.

Henry tried hard to supress a shy smile that threatened to become a huge grin at that praise, he had Ray in a high esteem and being recognized by him meant a lot to him, almost as much as having his father approval.

But as soon as he had that feeling, a stab of guilt shattered the moment when he pondered better on the statement that Ray had said, and his pride turned to shame when his words registered in his head.

Ray, realizing the sudden change of mood of his young friend, frowned slightly, tilting his head intrigued as he looked better at the kid's expression.

"Is something wrong?", he asked. "I mean, besides your father trusting a total creepy stranger and ordering an attack against an innocent city."

Henry started to fiddle with his hands, looking anywhere but his mentor' sharp eyes. Ray was observant when he wanted and needed to be, so he noticed how suddenly ashamed and guilty the prince became.

"Henry, whatever it is, you can confide in me." He encouraged him with a kind expression.

That didn't do more than worsen the feeling of guilt and shame choking the prince's heart.

Ray had implied that Henry's reasons to stop this attack was a sudden sense of rightfulness, mistaking his panicking over the attack to the innocent city with rightful indignation about the despicable move and his desire to stop it.

But now that he thought deep about that, he realized that he was being driven purely by selfishness. Inwardly, he tried to convince himself that he also wanted to avoid a bloodbath because he knew that what they were going to do was unfair and dishonorable.

However, he knew well enough that his change of heart was because he had had a glimpse of the lovely princess and wanted her more than anything else now and attack her home was like a bad first impression... he just didn't want to sadden a girl, princess or not.

That was why he felt the need to put an end to those plans in reality. If their army massacred the inhabitants of the city, the princess would hate him forever.

He didn't deserve Ray's approval. His mentor was a strong man but also righteous, he didn't stand for useless battles or a fight with no more purpose than satisfy people's thirst of blood, he had even tried to instill that in him.

He hadn't succeeded in that, not a lot at least.

Henry cringed inwardly when he remembered that he had made his thirst for a real battle pretty obvious earlier, talking to no end about how much he was expecting this encounter after his father have told him about his plans.

He exhaled deeply in a defeated way, finally finding courage enough in him to look at Ray straight to his eyes.

"I can't lie to you, Ray." He said, making the decision to tell the truth to his mentor. "I know that this attack in Bordertown is bad by itself, real warriors attack their enemies face to face, they don't wait in the dark to stab them in the back like cowards. But... that's not the main reason why I took this decision." he revealed.

Ray made a 'go on' gesture with his hand before fold his arms across his broad chest.

Henry took another deep breath and started to talk.

"I was starting to get bored inside my tent without anything to do, so I decided to go out to entertain myself for a while, you know I've only scouted the city, so the jungle seemed like a good idea. Anyway, I didn't pay attention to where I was going and ended up finding a stone wall, I climbed it up with the idea of doing... some recon in case it was necessary to lend a hand...with the invasion," he mumbled apologetically that part. "However, when I was on top of a tree to have a better vision of the other side... I saw something... or rather, someone."

At that point of his tale, Henry couldn't help but lift the corners of his lips in a slight smile as the image of the beautiful princess popped out in his mind, and a soft blush stained his cheeks.

"I think that I met the princess." He went on sheepishly.

"Did she see you?" Ray asked, a bit worried.

He didn't agree with the attack but if they were discovered, their lives would be in danger.

Henry shook his head.

"No, she didn't realized that I was even there," he assured him.

"Well, what is it, then? What happened with her?"

"Nothing happened...well, with her at least, but...Ray you had to have seen her, she is beautiful!" Henry's mood improved in the split of a second ans his smile get bigger as he thought on her looks. "She is like the most gorgeous girl I've ever seen! She has a lovely figure and long, curly hair and her eyes..."

"I'd like to imagine that she has two." Ray joked when Henry interrupted himself to sigh dreamily while describing her.

Realizing that he had distracted for a moment, Henry cleared his throat feeling a bit embarrassed, his cheeks almost flaming.

"So...the princess?" Ray prompted, smirking knowingly.

"Yeah, right..."

This was the part he had trouble explaining, his reasons for wanting to stop the attack. But he had said he couldn't lie to Ray, so he wouldn't.

"I think that I love her," he confessed. "From the moment I laid my eyes on her, I knew that I wanted to get to know her better, talk to her and hold her in my arms... I wanted her to be my future queen, but if we attack her city, if we harm her people or her father, all I'll do is earn her hatred." Henry bit his bottom lip, mulling over how to say his next words. "I don't want this attack because I don't want to make her hate me, I'm afraid of losing the opportunity to start something with her..."

Henry hung his head, feeling unable to meet Ray's eyes, just waiting silently for his mentor to say his thoughts on the matter.

Ray just observed him as he reflected on the confession the boy had told him. It wasn't anything new that the prince were crushing on some pretty girl, so he was slightly disappointed that this was the reason why the prince would want to avoid what would be a massacre. It was for a chance with a girl that probably would reject him, he had heard that Bordertown princess was a strong woman, headstrong and intelligent, much mature than most of his unit soldiers. But at the same time he felt some satisfaction knowing that at least this experience had made Henry aware of how bad it was this attack and that he wanted to do something to change it.

His efforts in installing at least a bit of his moral lessons in the boy had made some effect.

"Your reasons aren't the most honest or selfless," Ray accepted, then sighed, "but still, you are doing the right thing."

"Yeah...for the wrong reasons."

Henry looked down, feeling ashamed of his way of thinking. He wanted to save lives only to win the princess heart, did that mean he was going to let the innocent inhabitants die if he wouldn't have spotted her in her bedroom? so it seemed to be.

Seeing how the prince's mood had dropped, Ray took pity on his misery and tried to cheer him up a bit.

"Well, you said that you don't want to sadden the princess." Henry nodded, still not meeting Ray's gaze. "That shows that, in some level, you realize that what we are going to do tomorrow is wrong and that your actions could hurt someone else feelings."

Ray unfolded his arms and threw one over the kid' shoulders in a half-embrace.

"I won't say that your way of thinking is right, exactly, but you want to avoid a bloodbath, save the lives of people you've never met, that must mean something, and I'm willing to help you with this."

Those words of support were enough to make Henry lift his head with a relieved smile.

"Thanks."

With a hard pat on the prince's back, Ray let go of him and took a step back.

"Now, you better have a plan to change your father's mind before that sneaky guy brainwashes him."

Henry slapped his forehead. He had forgotten what he had been planning on tell his father, and what he had came up with had been poor too.

"And you didn't think on anything." Ray observed, noticing his urgent expression.

The prince waved his hand in the air.

"It doesn't matter, I'll tell him what I think on this, that will have to suffice, we don't have too much time, let's go!"

Henry walked straight and with decision towards his father's tent, which was guarded by two soldiers. When they saw their prince approaching with Ray trailing behind, one of them took a step in front of the entrance and blocked the way.

"I'm sorry, Prince, but your father ordered us to not let anyone inside till he ends his meeting with The Vizier." one of them informed him.

That must be the mysterious guy.

Resorting to putting on the harshest and most intimidating expression of which he was capable, Henry puffed out his chest and used his authority to gain access to his father.

"I know you have your orders, but I need you to step aside and let me in." He said in his best serious voice. "I have a delicate and urgent topic to discuss with my father, it's important that I talk to him."

That said, he started to walk again towards the entrance. Both guards stood in their places, exchanging doubtful and worried gazes.

They had never seen the cheerful, kind prince this serious about something before, so this had to be something urgent indeed, but they still had orders to follow and king Jacob was still one step higher than his firstborn.

Seeing that they weren't going to move aside, Henry lifted his hands at the sky in frustration.

"Oh, for the love of...!"

When it was made clear that no one of them were going to obey and move aside, Ray decided to step in and help him.

He stood next to the prince and looked at the two guards, who where just a few years older than Henry and easy to intimidate, in the eyes.

"If you two don't move aside and let the prince go into the tent, I'll make you clean the stables for the rest of your career in the army," he threatened them.

He smirked in satisfaction when the soldiers exchanged horrified expressions at that, knowing that their general was really capable of punish them with something like that. Quickly, they put their spears away and freed the way to the tent.

Henry was about to do a pout at the fact that they wouldn't obey him, their prince, but they were afraid enough of Ray as to obey him, but he realized in time how inappropriate that would be for his image. So he put that on the back of his mind for the time being.

With a last nod in thanks towards Ray, Henry walked straight to meet his father.

Jacob was a peaceful, nice man and a good king. Yet his job was difficult and stressing. As supreme ruler of Swellview, his tasks were vast. His duties included meeting again and again with his advisers and generals to decide the distribution of wealth and discuss security measures, receiving different dignitaries when they arrived in his city, reading endless and boring reports on the state of his kingdom, dealing with the whims of his family and, when need and duty arose, going to war.

That last one was something he hadn't needed to resort to for a long while, fortunately, since before his son was born.

Though he, as his predecessors, had been trained in the art of war, he hadn't found any appeal in that, so no one of his children had seen a real war before.

But desperate times require desperate measures.

He was in his way to the Sultan's city to discuss with him a government affair, accompanied by his first born to teach him how to carry out with which would be his duties in the future. They had to meet to discuss the alliance they maintained between their kingdoms, to establish new points in their pact, and he had brought with him a considerable amount of wealth as a peace offering to the ruler in the hope of convincing him to remain as his ally.

The thing was that the Sultan had barely trusted in him in the beginning, keeping the alliance just because his father had made it with Jacob's predecessor. But it wasn't the same with his firstborn.

Henry's personality was a potential threat to that already weak alliance. Jacob loved his son, even with all his flaws and quirks, he knew that he would be a good king too, being such a caring, charming and nice kid. He wanted to leave him a strong and peaceful kingdom so he won't have to fight in any war, even if his son seemed enthrilled with the idea of a good fight.

But to achieve that goal, he had to make and keep alliances with other kingdoms, kingdoms that saw Henry's good heart as a weakness. So Jacob wanted to make sure to leave him with good allies once he retired and left him his crown, and the Sultan had been the most powerful they had at the moment.

So when a man appeared in his camp claiming that he had a great idea to help him get power and wealth to show off to the Sultan and gain his trust and approval, he thought that he wouldn't loose anything listening to what this man had to share with him.

He had to admit that, at the beginning, that man had given him the creeps. He was tall and imposing, his wardrobe consisted on a long, dark purple overcoat with a tall collar and wide sleeves, black boots, trousers, gloves and a black turban. The only part of his body that was visible was his face. He had brown, thick facial hair and piercing green eyes. He also carried with him a staff as tall as himself. Jacob didn't understand why, the man wasn't old, they both seemed to be in the same age range, nor he had any walking trouble.

Maybe he was just exccentric, who knew.

Anyway, the man had presented himself as the Maharajah's vizier, but for the way he talked about the man, it seemed like he had started to despise his place in his court.

Then he had told him about the many treasures he had amounted, and about a powerful artifact that was stored inside the ruler's vaults.

A treasure that few knew about, and the ones who knew would do anything to have it. But the thing was that this artifact was well protected in the deepest part of the palace.

A palace they had to reach first to, and to do that they had to get into the city.

The man didn't hide from him how difficult the task would be, but he also told him how rich, powerful and respected the man able to destroy the city and get the treasures would become. That one artifact mainly. One that would be the perfect gift to give to the Sultan and get his support.

All of that had sounded tempting, but Jacob had been about to reject this man offer. He had never liked war, much less a senseless war, he wanted peace, not senseless bloodpouring and least of all didn't want to be seen as a killer, but the more the man talked, the more difficult he found to reject his ideas.

His voice had a strange yet entrancing accent, it made him want to hear him talk more and more, and his eyes had something in them, an eerie glint so mesmerizing that once he locked gazes with them he couldn't take his eyes away.

At the end of their first interaction, Jacob had found himself unable to reject his tempting offer. Not only he would look strong at the eyes of the other rulers, he'd have loot enough to ensure his ally's support and a remain to take home as gifts to his beloved wife and daughter.

And it would just cost him whatever the man chose for himself from the treasures they'd get. It could be a golden brush for all he cared.

It was a win-win situation.

He was right, Jacob needed to ensure his kingdom's place, had to strengthen it, had to make it prosper. This attack would make the Sultan and the other rulers take him, his heir and his city seriously...

Once the man had finished explaining how they were going to proceed and what he will do to help them get access into the city, Jacob had ended up deeply compromissed with the attack, excited and eager with a glassy look on his eyes.

That first meeting was one of many they had in Jacob's short time in the surroundings of Bordertown.

The king and the vizier started to meet outside and away enough of Jacob's camp and the city, always just the two of them, though the king left a soldier at a conciderable distance just in case, but this time the vizier had deemed useful and necessary to meet in his camp, since the next morning they were going to put their plan in action and he wanted to have everything settled.

So that was what Henry interrupted once he got into the tent to talk to his father.

"Henry!" Jacob exclaimed, standing from the chair he had been sitting on. "Didn't the guards tell you that I was busy?"

The prince ignored him at first, eyes wandering quickly around till his look stopped on the stranger with his father there.

He locked gazes with him, and for a moment, the prince stood still, like if he had been rooted to the floor by invisible forces, feeling something eerie and frightening coming from the man, something that seemed to be trying to get inside his head.

Slightly panicking, he blinked and forced his eyes away, shaking his head and feeling a shudder running across his body and rattling his bones.

It felt ugly and sick, this man was dangerous, he could feel it. Henry had even the need to walk far away from him, but he was known for being corageous, so he bit back his fear and held his ground, storing that piece of information to tell it to Ray later.

Right then, he needed to make his father see eason.

"Yes, they did warned me about your orders," he replied, acknowledging him.

Ray had been right, the man did looked creepy and there was something wrong coming from him, like something dark and dangerous that made him feel uncomfortable in his presence.

"And you disobeyed, would you care to explain to me why did you interrupt us?" his father asked, not meeting his eyes as he continued looking over a map they had there.

"I need to talk to you, it's important," he requested.

He was elated to change his father's mind but he didn't want to do it with the man there, so he was hoping that the king would dismiss the man for a moment to talk to him.

That didn't happen, unfortunately.

"I'm sorry, son, but whatever you have to tell me can wait, right now we are a bit busy," he replied, pointing at the map they had there. "And I thought that I educated you better than this, it isn't good manners to ignore people," he added, refering to the other man in the tent with them.

He didn't want to even acknowledge the man but he obeyed his father and took his eyes to the man, making sure to not make direct eye contact with him, chosing to look at a point over his shoulder.

"You must be the Maharajah's vizier."

The man regarded him with a dark look that faded to a normal look a split second later.

"I am," he confirmed, "and you must be the famous prince that the king has been talking and boasting about, I'm glad to meet you," he added with an eerie smile.

It was a praise, but coming from him with that smile, it only made the prince wary of him.

"Yeah, that's me... And sorry I can't say the same about you," he replied, narrowing his eyes at him.

"Henry!" his father chided him.

For a split second, he thought to have seen the vizier narrowing his eyes in contempt at him but it had been too fast for him to be sure.

The vizier laughed softly at his words.

"Don't worry, my friend, I'm used to royalty's childish behaviour, but I'm sure that with good and strong discipline, your son will mature sometime."

"I'm mature enough, thank you very much," he replied with the same biting voice.

Jacob, not wanting that his son's obvious dislike for the vizier getting him in trouble or spoiling his plans, decided to interrup the battle of wits.

"Henry, we really are busy here, please just tell me what you came to discuss so we can retake our planning."

With a last quick, annoyed look at the man, Henry returned his attention back to his father.

"It's about this attack that I want to talk."

He could feel those green, creepy eyes on him but ignored them.

"What about that?" his father asked, a bit interested.

"Can we talk about this in private?"

"No, Henry, we don't have time to lose."

Me neither, he thought.

Henry wet his dry lips before answer him.

"I've been thinking, and...I think that we shouldn't do it."

Jacob chuckled as if he had told a joke.

"What?"

"We shouldn't attack the city, father," he repeated, voice a bit harsher due to his father's reaction.

Realizing that his son was being serious, Jacob sobered his expression and sighed like if he would be too tired for this.

"And care to tell me why the sudden change of heart? You were pretty excited about this just this morning, even more than me!"

Henry looked down guiltily, because his father was right, but lifted his eyes again and buried for the time being the guilt he felt.

"I was, but I pondered on the matter and realized that this is bad, they didn't do anything to us, they didn't threaten or harm us, we can't just get inside their home and kill them in coldblood!"

Jacob closed his eyes and massaged the point between his eyes, feeling a headache starting to blossom.

"Look, son, I know that this plans seem cruel and despicable, but as a king sometimes you have to make decisions, you have to take opportunities and coose allies." Jacob tried to explain himself. "Right now, our kingdom needs the Sultan's support, and Bordertown's ruler is one of the Sultan's nuisances, if we take him out of the map, we would have not only a valuable treasure to buy the Sultan's support but also his complete trust, do you understand?"

"No!" he yelled, horrified about what his father was saying. "I don't understand why this sudden need to be in the good graces of someone through violence and bloodshed, this attack is senseless, cruel and unfair, you know it, this is bad, father, you can't do it! this isn't anything like you!" he pleaded.

Indeed it wasn't. His father was known for being peaceful and good-hearted. This wasn't his father.

"Anything like me?!" his father matched his yell, surprising him, looking down at him.

Henry froze, looking at his father. The expression in his face had turned dark and angry, his eyes cold and his voice had came heated. That wasn't anything like his dad used to be.

"What do you know about me, you insolent brat?! I've been sitting in my throne long before you've been born, what knowledgement could a boy like you have about war and politics when you've been spoiled and pampered all of your short life?!"

Those words paralyzed the prince for a few moments. His father would never have said such horrible things to anyone. That confirmed that something was very wrong. And he was sure that that stranger was to blame.

"You!" the young man pointing angrily at the, until that moment silent, man.

The vizier raised an eyebrow, pointing at himself.

"Me?" he asked, obviously faking innocence.

"Yes, you!" Henry yelled. "You did something, you're manipulating him in some way, I know, that man," he pointed out to his father, "he's not behaving like my father at all, he hasn't done it since you showed up, so you better tell me what you did or... "

How he regretted having left his sword behind!

"Those accusations are serious, young man," the man simply pointed out, not at all agitated by the boy's words.

"If I had my sword with me I would make you confess."

"It's over, Henry!" his father interrupted, laying a hand on his shoulder. "I will not allow you to continue to offend our guest and benefactor!"

"Benefactor?!" Henry spat contemptuously, not believing it. "Please, dad, listen to me, this man is betraying his current master. How can you be so foolish to trust him? He will betray us too!"

"Enough!"

Roughly, his father squeezed his shoulder and made him turn around, both of them meeting face to face.

"How dare you question my authority and my intelligence?!"

Intimidated by the sudden blazing fury in his father's eyes, Henry gaped at him before pulling himself together and having the courage to speak again.

"Dad, p-please, just l-listen to me, that's...that's not what I-I wanted..."

"No, you listen to me!" his father yelled, making him shut his mouth. "I'm sick of your stupidities and your whims, you ungrateful brat! All this I'm doing for you, and you still dare to question my methods?!"

"Your m-methods are wrong..."

"Is that it or is it that you have become a coward? Are you afraid of participating in a real battle? Did you realize that you are no more than a scared little kid and do not want to go face the enemy?"

That made it clear that his father was being influenced by something or someone else, it was impossible to deny it.

Still, his words were a low, painful blow to the prince, who, repeating to himself that this was not his father talking, tried to remain calm.

Even when he could feel tears welling up in his eyes.

"Y-you don't mean that..." he said, voice low and quivering.

"Of course I mean it!"

"Please, your majesty, there is no need to be so harsh on the prince, after all he is just an immature and irresponsible boy." The vizier finally intervened in a mocking voice.

Henry looked up at him, narrowing his eyes and sending him a heated look but chose to keep his mouth shut.

The look he received in response indicated that the man knew that Henry sensed something was amiss. Reason enough to behave and get out of there at that moment.

"Sorry, father," he began to apologize, swallowing his pride, his sadness at his father's hateful words and his anger at the situation. "It was rude of me to speak to you that way."

His father released his grip on him, and Henry took several steps to walk away, frightened by that radical change of personality. Even the grip he had had on his shoulder had been extreme, the area ached a little and would leave a bruise.

While stroking the painful area, he looked away, not wanting to find either his eyes or the vizier's.

Suddenly his father clapped once his hands and smiled, as if nothing had happened.

"Great! Now that we all agree, Henry, do you want to join us?"

Hearing unexpected joy in his father's voice, Henry dared to meet his gaze and, confused, saw his face soften and return to the same as before. As if he hadn't insulted and yelled at him moments before.

Something was definitely very, very wrong with that.

"Ah... no, thanks dad, I appreciate your offer, but... I have stuff to do, you know, prince' stuff," he excused himself as he walked backwards to the exit and pointed over his shoulder "plus, Ray wanted to see me to practice a little to get ready, so... goodbye!"

And he ran out of there.

He didn't catch the glowing green eyes following him as he fled the scene.

Ah, poor sweet Henry...

I had to cut it here because it would get longer if I went on...the same always happens to me :v

What will the prince do to stop the attack now? What's happening with the King?

We'll see...

Remember, if you spot a mistake, please tell me, I'll be grateful to you :-)

See ya!

H. C.