"Scott! Hey Scott!"
Scott had worked hard to get where he was now. His father had left when he was young and his mother had struggled to raise him alone, this would have turned many men to crime but not Scott. Scott was always kind and it was kindness (and sheer dumb luck) that had got him a position as sort after as the Kings attendant. Scott was well respected in the town and even the men and women slumped outside the tavern sleeping off the previous night would wave hello as he passed by on his way to the castle.
So what he had done to deserve a friend like Stiles he would never know.
Stiles had been running through the maze of halls in the castle for what felt like hours before he finally caught sight of the kings attendant. Stiles felt relief course through his body as soon as he spotted his best friend instructing one of the maids outside of the kitchen entrance. Putting on a final burst of speed he came to a panting and stumbled stop. Stiles pushed the maid back with a quick apology, grasped Scott's arm, and took off running again up the staircase leading to the Royal chambers.
Their feet pounded a steady rhythm as they rapidly climbed the tower towards the princes room. Scott struggled to keep up with Stiles' frantic pace as he repeated cursed his luck. Today had started out perfectly. Scott had complete all of his duties early leaving him enough time to view the beginning of the latest hunt. Alison rode in the font of the parade and Scott could have sworn she'd been staring right at him.
Stiles was having the worst day of his life. He'd arrived at the princes room even earlier than usual. He had to make sure Derek knew about dinner with the visiting Martin's or he'd run off being moody in the woods like usual. Only Derek hadn't been in his room at all, Issac hadn't seen him get returning last night either. Stiles had panicked and run for Scott. A couple guards had given him strange look but, used to seeing strange things from Stiles, had ignored him and returned to duty. Desperate to find the prince before tonight Stiles hadn't heard a word of whatever Scott was shouting as they ran up the stairs. Then he got punched in the face.
"Stiles! What are you doing?! You know I have to prepare the King for tonight and I have to get back to instr-"
"Derek's missing." The two boys had stopped outside of the princes door, Stiles had his hands clasped below his chin and turned wide pleading eyes towards Scott "And you, my best and dearest friend, are going to help me find him."
Scott knew today started too good to end well.