Characters in this prompt: Lothric Younger Prince, Lorian Elder Prince, Pontiff Sulyvahn

Summary: When Lothric gets separated from his brother at a crowded place, he starts to panic.)

(Author's note: That is my first time writing for the twin princes and it was fun coming up with this story, even though it was kind of difficult to write. It certainly has been a great practice though.)

Lothric was leaning back into the pillows with a sigh, his big brother Lorian at his side, the noises of the ongoing party filling their room.

"I always have to stay in bed because of my weak condition. I would like to get out of this everyday rut eventually... But mom and dad don't want me to attend their parties, they say it could be too exciting for me.", the young prince pouted and crossed his arms.

Lorian laid his hand on the one of his younger brother: "I am more than capable enough to carry you around now. You don't think that some crowd would stop me?"

This piqued Lothric's interest and he pulled himself up, but pretty much instantly plopped back into the pillows. "This won't work, what if mom and dad are seeing us?"

"They don't have to know.", Lorian said with a conspiratorial grin. "We make sure to stay out of their sight. We are just going to mingle into the crowd. We are small enough, no one will actually notice us."

Lothric considered his brother's words, but one final concern remained: "But what if mom and dad are right and it could be too exciting for me...?"

"I will be with you the whole time, come on.", Lorian said and stared with a pleading look into Lothric's eyes. It was hard to say no to his brother when he pulled out this stare. And Lothric really wanted to get out of bed and see something interesting for once.

"Alright, fine, let us take a quick look.", he said and crawled out of bed and on his brother's back.

As they approached the party and the noises grew louder, Lothric pulled his hood down. He wasn't comfortable with anyone other than Lorian or his parents to get a clear look into his face.

The fear of his face being seen faded when the twins entered the room where the party was held. Lothric stared in awe. He had never seen so many people and so much stuff going on at once.

There were people talking to each other, people eating snacks, people dancing to the music and so much more. This was truly something different than just laying in bed and stare at the ceiling.

"Shall we take a look around?", Lorian asked. Lothric scanned the area.

"I can spot mom and dad over there.", he said and pointed in the direction where he had seen them. "We shouldn't go there, they might freak out if they see me out of bed." And probably would punish Lorian for it. Lothric didn't know why but his parents treated him like he never did something wrong and it was Lorian far too often who would get into trouble, which left Lothric often feeling guilty.

"Understood, we should head into the other direction then.", the older twin said and started moving. Lothric hold on tight to his brother who made his way through the sea of legs (why was everyone so HUGE here?), when it happened. Suddenly someone stepped in the way of Lorian who tripped and the next thing Lothric knew was, that he was lying on the floor separated from his brother.

"Lorian?", Lothric called, but instantly knew that it was no use. It was far too noisy. But his brother couldn't be that far away. He was probably already on the way to pick him up.

But what if not? A tiny voice in his head whispered. Lothric felt a knot in his chest. He wanted to get back to his brother. Lothric tried to pull himself up from his sitting position and stand up, but fell back down on his knees almost instantly. He was using his legs so rarely, he wasn't used to walking by himself at all. Lorian would carry him wherever he wanted to be.

Lothric's heart started to pound in his chest. Why wasn't Lorian back for him yet? Why was nobody standing around noticing him? Breathing got harder. He started to sweat. He felt at a loss. He could feel his body shivering, tears starting to form and fall on the floor. He didn't know what to do? Where was Lorian? Why didn't his brother save him?

"Young one, concentrate on my hand. How many fingers I am holding up?", a sudden deep but gentle voice was heard by the prince. He looked up, sniffing, spotting the hand in front of him.

"Tw... two..", he said, still sniffling.

"Good. Don't look away. How many are it now?", the voice wanted to know.

"Three.", his voice had gotten more firm.

"And now?"

"Seven."

"Are you feeling better?"

"...Yes, thanks a lot, sir." After the fog around Lothric had lifted, he had a chance to look closer at his saviour, but couldn't get a glimpse of his face, he was wearing a strange, tree like mask. The robes the man was wearing Lothric could recognize as the ones of a priest.

"It would be better if you would sit down on a chair instead of the floor. Do you need help to stand up?"

Lothric nodded and took the extended hand which pulled him up and led him carefully to a nearby chair. Lothric crawled on it and sat down, taking a deep breath. "I wonder where my older brother is...", he said.

"You got separated?", the priest asked. "I am sure he is already searching for you. Maybe we should go searching for your parents instead?"

"No, please don't, they can't know.", Lothric shouted. "They surely will get mad if they see me here..."

"Have you snuck out of your room, little prince?"

Lothric raised his head: "You know...?"

"I am in service of your parents, young lord. Of course they already have told me lots of stories about you and your brother. Please understand, they are only worried about your safety."

Lothric's face darkened: "It's just... they never allow me to do anything. I have to stay in bed and learn all the time. They said that I am destined to become a lord of cinder but they have not asked me once if I wanted to be that."

Lothric totally expected the priest to side with his parents, so he hardly could believe what he heard next: "That must be harsh for you, young lord. I am sorry to hear that you feel this way."

"R.. Really, you think so?", Lothric asked when he suddenly heard the panic-fueled voice of Lorian.

"Lothric, there you are! Oh, I am so sorry, I tripped and then I got lost in the crowd. Are you alright?"

"I was scared for a while, but this kind sir helped me out of it.", Lothric answered and pointed to the priest. By the way, sir, I haven't asked your name."

"Oh, it's Sulyvahn." the priest said. "And it wasn't any trouble for me, I would be honoured to talk more to you. I am at the castle quite a bit, so I am sure there will be another opportunity."

Lothric crawled on Lorian's back, settled himself in a comfortable position and waved to Priest Sulyvahn. "Thank you very much for helping me out.", he said while Lorian carefully took them out of the crowd.

"I think we should head back now, that must have been enough excitement for a day.", Lorian prompted. His voice got a bit gloomy then: "I am so sorry that I lost you..."

"Everything turned out fine, Lorian.", Lothric said, resting his head on his brother's shoulders. "You found me and I feel safe now. How about we head back to our room now and I use my magic to play out some scenes from our favourite books?"

"Oh, certainly.", Lorian said and dashed towards their room.

(Author's note: I never had a panic attack of my own, so if I got something wrong, please let me know.

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