AN: So this chapter picks up right where the other one left off. It has a little interaction between Klaine, but not as much as originally planned. It was going to be a lot longer but I had to make some adjustments. As I said before, please ignore any mistakes that may be in here (its not edited much at all...)

Enjoy :)

Kurt was a young guard in training when they had met. They had been around 12 years old, and their friendship was sparked right away.

Blaine and Mercedes had been scoping out a tunnel they hadn't been down before when they took a wrong turn, and ended up crashing into a young boy coming down the in the hallway that connected to the guards quarters.

Blaine, who was still learning to control his newly discovered powers, yelped and threw his hands out in front of him. A sharp gust of wind sent the boy spiraling to the ground. Blaine quickly went to the boy to try to help him up, only succeeding in shooting him directly in the face with a stream of high-pressure water.

He pulled back in dismay, drawing his hands to his body and began apologizing profusely.

"Oh for Andrew's sake!" He cursed. "I am so sorry! I really didn't mean to do that, you just scared me and I am still learning how to use my powers. You see, I only just got them not even a whole two weeks ago and my mom said that it can take months to learn how to use them properly, and sometimes when I get surprised I accidentally end up doing something like that where I throw someone across the room, or send a tidal wave into their face. I've even set someone's hair on fire, then tried to extinguish it, but ended up tangling them up in vines and my mom had to get him out of it, while he was still on fire! That's why I haven't been allowed around many people since my powers began to develop. I'm sure you understand what that's like cause you're going to be a knight and knights have two elements, but you already know this and-"

Blaine realized that he had been rambling for almost a whole minute and cut himself off before he could embarrass himself further. He turned around to see Mercedes bent over herself snorting obnoxiously into her hand.

Blaine turned back to the boy who was now sitting up and looking at him with an expression of amusement and bafflement on his face. He squared his shoulders and tried to ignore his burning cheeks. He cleared his throat and made his way over to where the boy was picking himself up off the ground.

The boy straightened himself out and looked at him in awe. "You're Prince Blaine." He stated, shocked.

Blaine internally sighed. Anywhere he went he would always be recognized as the prince. Which, made sense. He was very recognizable after all. He was known as one of the most handsome elves in the kingdom with his dark curly hair that just almost covered his ears, and intelligent hazel eyes. He was royal by blood, but also by image.

"I am." Blaine held a hand out for him to shake and introduced himself. "And you are?"

"My name is Kurt."

Kurt, at the time, had been a scrawny young boy with shaggy chestnut hair and eyes that seemed to be different shades of both green and blue at the same time. He was adorned in the grey training clothes that the guards were required to wear, but they were much too large on him.

"Well it was nice meeting you Kurt, albeit quite embarrassing, but we must be going now so if you'll excuse us-" Blaine said as he began walking back down the hall they had come from.

Mercedes grabbed his arm to hold him in place. "Do you want to come with us?" She asked Kurt.

"Come with you? But… I have training to do and…" He stuttered, taken aback.

"Oh come on. There are like a billion guards in training. No one will even notice you're gone."

Mercedes grabbed his arm in her free hand and began dragging both Kurt and Blaine down the hallway.

That was where the friendship had started. Since then, the three of them were inseparable. They would go around reeking havoc in the palace wherever they could.

Now however, they had both grown up. Kurt was no longer the pale, gangly boy he had met that day. He was taller and more filled out. He had defined cheekbones, and was more toned from working the laborious schedule of a knight. Blaine himself had much more control over his powers, and his rambling problem.

It had taken him awhile to master both of those skills, but with a lot of time and practice, he got them down. It was known to be harder for royals to control their power because they had so much more of it.

Every elf was born with only one or two powers. Those powers could be any of the elements such as earth, fire, water, or wind. Royals however, had all four. Usually the guards were the only ones that had more than one power. That's why they were chosen to protect the palace.

Blaine and Kurt had grown closer every day. So close, that some may say they were beginning to fall in love. Acceptance of same sex relationships had come a long way in Enialk, and they were much more common than before. However, they never had time to explore their budding romance any further. They began to grow apart as their responsibilities became too much to have time for each other.

That started happening a little less than a year ago when Blaine began to prepare to take over the throne.

He missed Kurt more than he would like to admit, and now that Mercedes and his parents were gone, he felt like he didn't have anyone.

Here in the place where he always felt the safest, and loved, was now the place where he felt the most alone.

He knew it was his fault that he had no one. He used to be so social when he was younger, but as time went on, he started to retreat into himself more and got buried in the work that comes with running a kingdom.

Blaine wanted to be a good King but everyone seemed to already have a preconceived idea of what kind of King he was and didn't give him the time of day to let him correct them.

Even his royal advisers, the people who were supposed to be helping him out along the way, seemed to have given up hope on him. Any ideas Blaine had were shot down quickly by the council without them hearing the whole thing.

He couldn't figure out what was going wrong. He was trying his hardest to do everything right, but his people seemed to think it was wrong. It was as if everything he did, every decision he made, he was being compared to his parents. As they were so beloved by the kingdom.