"I wish to see my father." Arthur forced his voice to be something less then shouting at that the guard outside the king's chambers. He had searched the council room, the throne room, and any other room his father could be at, so eventually his feet led him to the royal chambers and pointed his order at the two men standing outside the doors.
"The king wishes not to be disturbed."
"How dare you?! I'm the prince of Camelot! You will let me pass!" At that point it looked very much like the blonde man will kill the guard there and then with his own bare hands.
"Sire!" a familiar voice called out and Arthur turned to find Sir Leon standing behind him. "He's.. not here, prince Arthur. He is.. down below, as we speak." he said with some hesitation.
The guards looked on with unreadable expressions as the prince's eyes widened. Of course! How could he be so stupid not to guess that… But he's there already?
Arthur gave a worried nod, then marched forward with zest and Sir Leon followed.
The prince didn't say anything to his escort, so his knight kept quiet as well. But after the third stairway down, he suddenly felt dizzy and lost his footing, stumbling forward, and only his knight's quick reaction, kept him from falling to the ground.
He was tired; wounded and tired and angry and worried and incredibly fed up with all of it.
Leon pulled him up, keeping him standing.
"Let me help." The knight said quietly, pulling the young man's arm around his shoulder to support him. He seemed to be just as worried.