Hello again readers~! Time to infiltrate the castle!

There are a lot of characters in this chapter so let me list off for you who is writing as who…

ItalianCrybaby: Arthur, Francis, Berwald, Tino, Vash, and King Roderich

YamiyoDarknight: Alfred, Matthew, Felix, and Toris

We hope you all enjoy this nice long chapter. n_n


Beams of light shined into the night from the magnificent castle, illuminating the entrance as well as the Knights who stood there.

The two Knights stood at attention, giving the appearance of holding a strong security over their post, but the three figures hiding in the darkness had already assessed their flaws.

"That's Lukas and Mathias." Arthur whispered to the two dragons on either side of him. They were hidden behind some foliage where the castle light could not reach them. "They always leave their post early, so we will have enough time to slip by before the next watch shows up."

"Well, let's hope they leave soon. I don't want to sit here for too long, lest we be caught." Matthew whispered back, violet eyes shining with worry.

"It'll be fine bro," Alfred hissed, cuffing his brother.

"Easy for you to say," Matthew growled.

Arthur ignored the two brothers and concentrated on the castle before him. He was in his "Knight Mode" at the moment. Green eyes stared unseeing, but easily imagining the scene within.

"It shouldn't be long now." Arthur assured the others.

The two hushed and watched the guards again, looking for any sign of movement.

"Is there going to be anyone else nearby?" Matthew asked.

"No, the King expects the patrols to be perfectly synchronized but these two can be quite careless." Informed Arthur. "And the Knights taking over the next shift always arrive perfectly on time. I know which route they take to their post, so we can avoid them easily."

Arthur stopped talking when the two knights began conversing with each other. It looked like they were starting to argue about something. Arthur was afraid that maybe they had been discovered by the two, but his fear dissipated when Mathias grabbed Lukas' hand and dragged the smaller man away from their post.

"Alright it looks like they're leaving!" Alfred cheered quietly. "Let's get a move on!"

"Hush Alfred! Someone could hear you!" Matthew scolded. "We need to be careful. Do what Arthur tells you to do and do nothing else!"

"Just stay quiet and follow me." Arthur ordered quietly.

The ex-knight looked around once more to make sure the coast was clear before hurriedly running across the lawn and into the castle.

Alfred and Matthew followed closely behind, making sure that their footsteps were as quiet as possible.

Once they were inside, Matthew began to look around. He could recognize some of it from when he'd been escorted by Francis. "The hallway we need to be in isn't far from here, is it?"

"It's a few hallways down but we need to take a longer route to avoid the guards." Arthur answered. "We start by heading towards the left wing." He continued to lead the two; stopping them every so often to look around each corner before continuing.

"I trust your judgement," Matthew replied, eyes flicking around to paranoidly watch his environment. "I'm just a bit worried that maybe there's more guards placed around than what you remember..."

"It'll be fine, Mattie. Calm down. Arthur knows this place well and we've got our good senses." Alfred retorted. "Nothing to worry about."

Matthew frowned but nodded anyways. He'd obey the orders without question anyways but still...

Arthur didn't comment. He was hesitant to address Matthew's concerns because he shared them himself.

Sure, Arthur had the Knight's schedules perfectly memorized, but he was worried that adjustments had been made in his absence. That's why they had to scout the castle to gain as much information as possible, but they only discovered little changes on the outer walls. Arthur had no idea what they would find deeper inside.

"We just need to stay alert." Arthur finally answered as they carefully rounded another corner. "Listen for anyone patrolling the halls and always look out for a place to hide in case we need to go unnoticed by people coming our way." Arthur motioned towards possible objects to hide behind in the hallway they were currently walking down. There were long drapes and tapestries along with some large artwork on display in almost every hallway.

Both dragons nodded and Matthew made sure to keep a sharp eye out for possible hidden things or people. He had good vision in the dark so it was easy to tell, but he was still cautious.

"And definitely no sneezing," Matthew warned accusingly at Alfred who grinned bashfully.

"Sorry, I don't do it on purpose!" He apologized.

"Yea, well, we don't need you spouting flame and letting everyone know we're here!" The violet dragon hissed. "So keep anything and everything held in!"

"Would you both be quiet?!" Arthur hissed. "The King's room is down the next hallway. I don't know if there are any guards there so we need to be careful."

Both, again, went silent at the command and settled down sheepishly.

"I can keep watch at the door to see if anyone is coming," Matthew offered, embarrassed. "You two can investigate as you need to."

"Thank you, Matthew." Arthur replied gratefully. They stopped one last time to check if the coast was clear. Sure enough, the corridor leading to the King's bedchambers was empty.

Arthur approached the door first, looking to see if any spells were cast upon it. It was secured with 3 different Confining Charms, but Arthur could disarm them easily. After muttering a few spells of his own, the door swung open for them.

"Alfred come with me. Matthew, if you hear someone coming, alert us and hide yourself as quickly as possible." Arthur ordered quietly.

"S-sure thing!" Matthew affirmed, immediately taking his position by the door. "I'll knock three times on the door if I see anyone coming. You two get going with investigating."

Arthur placed a hand on Matthew's shoulder and gave it a light squeeze in gratitude before entering the room with Alfred. They shut the door for extra safety and began scanning the room.

"As to be expected, the King isn't here." Arthur noted looking around the grand room. The bed was made neatly and the water basin was completely dry meaning it wasn't used in the past couple days. After surveying the room Arthur turned to Alfred. "What do you need for tracking down the King?"

Alfred stepped around the room sniffing the air around them. "It's been empty, yes, but he was here recently. They probably have him change clothes in here. I can smell a ton of other people around here which means that they keep a lot of guards around when he is here." Alfred responded, before coming to a wardrobe. He opened the doors and grabbed a sleeve of an outfit, putting it to his nose.

He took a log sniff of of it and pulled away snorting, smoke drifting from his nostrils. "Jeez, do they use enough perfume on these things?! It's faint, but I definitely got his smell. We can just use that to find him." He sniffed the room and turned back to the door. "We should go back-"

There were three rapid knocks at the door.

Arthur stiffened in fear when he heard the three knocks.

'Someone is coming!' Arthur thought fearfully. He looked around for possible hiding spots and decided under the bed to be the best place. Tugging on Alfred's arm, Arthur quietly and hurriedly pulled him to the hiding spot; knowing it was large enough for both of them to fit.

Alfred rushed to hide, immediately following Arthur to the spot he'd chosen, crouching low. He started to panic when he didn't hear Mattie come in and hide as well.

"What is he doing?!" Alfred hissed to Arthur. "He's not hiding!" He paled when he heard the sure sounds of scuffling, his brother's panicked breaths and protests as he was grabbed by who he could only assume were the guards. "Shit! Arthur they got him! Th-they got Mattie!"

'Oh god! Oh god!' Arthur started to panic. His grip on Alfred became hard as he desperately tried to think. 'What do we do. I can't let Alfred's brother get killed for this.'

Arthur was just about ready to jump out of his hiding spot and find a way to help the poor dragon when a familiar voice made him freeze.

"Matthieu?" Arthur heard Francis speak.


Matthew was panicking as he was gripped roughly by two guards, they there throwing demands and questions at him. He couldn't even get a word in, not that he could try. His throat was too tight with fear.

He'd screwed up horribly. So much for being reliable like he'd planned. He was about to give up hope of getting free when he heard a familiar voice that jolted him back to reality.

"Matthieu?"

"F-Francis?"

Well, perfect. The man who hated dragons and knew he was one.

"Francis? Do you know this man?" One of the guards questioned Francis. They loosened their grip but only slightly.

Francis stood there a moment in complete shock of the scene before him. The dragon he had just met yesterday was inside the castle?

The knight immediately began to wonder what the dragon was doing here. Did he plan on endanger everyone in this castle.

Francis found his voice and started to speak,"Um, yes I know this…" Francis trailed off when his eyes met Matthews panicked violet ones.

Matthew's panic didn't seem to ease much at all. Francis was admitting to know he was what? A dragon. He was relieved the guards had loosened their grip, if at least a little bit.

Not that he could run away. There was a full-fledged knight in front of him. He could easily be taken down in this form.

He could feel tears well up in his eyes. Well, this was it, he was sure. Francis would turn him in. He'd be murdered for being a dragon, and probably for an assumption that he was there to kill the king.

Yea, he was screwed.

"I didn't catch that Francis… this what?" The other guard inquired.

"This… this…" Francis started to stutter. The Knight just couldn't find the words to turn the dragon in. Those violet eyes now full of tears began to tug on his heart strings.

Francis closed his eyes tightly to regain his composure before addressing the guards again. "Please forgive me monsieurs. It has been a long day for me. I meant to say 'yes'. Yes I know this servant. He just started recently…" Francis lied smoothly. He turned his attention to Matthew. "Has no one informed you that the King is no longer taking residence in his chambers and that your service here is not needed for the time being?" Francis pretended to question the dragon.

Matthew's gaze shot back up to meet the knight's. He wasn't turning him in?! Even though he knew he was a dragon? Wait. No time to be shocked.

"I-I didn't know," Matthew lied, playing along. "I was attending my normal duties and no one warned me that his living arrangements had been changed recently! I was confused when I got here and no one was around." He ducked his head. "I'm very sorry to trouble you!"

Okay, that part was true.

"You see, this was all just a misunderstanding." Francis smiled widely at the guards. They finally let go of Matthew but they didn't move on. There was a look on confusion on their face, so Francis sauntered up to throw a friendly arm around Matthew. "I'll escort this young man back to the servants quarters. Why don't you two go back to your posts?… I'm sure Vash wouldn't be happy if he found you two slacking on your duties."

The two guards' eyes widened at that last comment and they wasted no time to rush down the hallway, around the corner, and out of sight.

As soon as the guards were gone, the tears that the dragon had been holding back fell. "W-why did you help me? I'm a dragon! I thought you hated me!" He cried, swiping at his eyes to try and get rid of the tears that wouldn't stop flowing. "You said we're terrible creatures! Why would you save one?"

Francis quickly retracted his arm in shock. He didn't expect the dragon to start crying. It was unexpected and, for a moment, the blue-eyed Knight didn't know what to do. He settled for patting the others head, hoping it would comfort the dragon.

"I-I'm not sure why I just did that." Francis finally spoke. "I guess I've just been thinking a lot since we last met and… and although I still feel a bit confused… I guess I want to try to know you Dragons more before I judge you."

Matthew looked up at Francis, expression clearly showing his bewilderment. He wanted to get to know dragons better? He didn't seem to mind patting him on the head.

An ecstatic smile grew on Matthew's face, violet eyes shining, and he jumped up to throw his arms around Francis in a hug. He couldn't even get words out to express how happy it made him to hear that.

At least until a certain sibling cut in.

"Matthew! Get away from him!"

He blinked and turned his head to look at a furious Alfred. The blue dragon was scowling and had his fists clenched as he stomped over to wrench his brother away from the knight.

Matthew was forced behind his elder sibling and wasn't sure what to do when he went off at Francis.

"Don't you dare touch my baby brother!" Alfred snarled, bristling like an angry cat. "Bastards like you don't have the right to have anything to do with him! I should rip your throat out for what you did!"

Matthew stepped between Alfred and Francis, arms held out protectively. "Stop it Al!" He protested fearfully. "He just saved me from those guards! He's okay! He...he told me he wants to learn more about us, our kind!" He lowered his arms and fidgeted in his spot. "He's not a bad person...I can tell."

Francis stood his ground and smiled slyly at the furious dragon. "Ah… Alfred I presume? You look a lot better when you're not bound in chains." Francis mentally slapped himself. He didn't mean to taunt Alfred… or did he? He figured he still felt a little bitter towards the blue eyed dragon.

Alfred growled lowly at the chain comment, blue eyes flashing dangerously. Arthur had latched onto Alfred's arm, prepared to hold the angry dragon back from doing something irrational. And it was only the fact that Arthur was holding Alfred back that kept him from ripping this guy's head off.

"Leave Alfred alone you frog. Now tell us why you helped Matthew." Arthur spat angrily at the knight.

Francis broke eye contact with Alfred to talk to Arthur. "I just told Mathieu that I wanted to at least try to understand the dragons. He is very kind and not what I expected. He isn't at all like your hot tempered boyfriend."

Matthew was perplexed by the change in Francis' change in behavior and looked at him with hurt. Alfred was his brother. He didn't want his brother to be insulted. "D-don't talk to my brother that way!" He snapped, turning around to face Francis again, slapping him sharply across the face. "He might be a little hot-headed sometimes but he doesn't go around insulting people like that! You might have just saved me b-but I'm notgoing to let you insult my family that way!"

Alfred stared at Matthew, surprised and touched. "Mattie..."

Arthur and Francis stared at Matthew I shock. Neither had expected that.

Francis brought a hand to his cheek, which was tingling in pain. He then averted his eyes to the floor looking rather embarrassed.

"I'm sorry Matthieu. I did not mean to offend you." Francis muttered apologetically. He took a deep breath then looked at Alfred. The look on his face was apprehensive. "I would also like to apologize to you, Alfred. I don't expect you to forgive me after what I've done… and I'm still trying to get my bitterness towards you for taking my friend away."

Matthew pursed his lips and glared at Alfred, letting him know that if he went out of line, he'd be getting a slap next.

"Er...apology accepted...I guess," Alfred replied rather bitterly, not wanting to get hit by the violet dragon. "I still don't trust you at all though. Don't expect me to anytime soon. You did awful things. Like what you did to Arthur. I definitely can't forgive you for that!" He crossed his arms and turned his head away.

Matthew sighed, knowing that was the best he was gonna get. He faced Francis again very seriously. "I'll accept your apology but you have to promise you won't do it again, okay?"

"Qui, I will try my best to act more civilized." Francis answered gratefully; ecstatic that he was getting another chance. And just like that his relaxed and suave attitude returned.

Arthur just rolled his eyes. He still felt angry with Francis but they couldn't stay talking in the corridor forever. Someone else was bound to come by and things wouldn't go well if they discovered The ex-knight back in the castle.

"We need to start moving again before someone else comes." Arthur spoke up. "Francis, maybe you can help us. We need to talk to the King. Can you tell us where he is?"

"Non, I cannot." Francis answered. "Only the King's Personal Guards know where he is at. The Knights were just told to double up on security to ensure the King's safety."

"Forget him. He's not of any use to us, so let's go," Alfred snapped, not liking being around Francis. He was still too suspicious of his intentions. To him, there was no way he could've just sided with them so easily. He didnt have that kind of personality. "I've already got his scent, so let's go!"

"Don't be rude, Al!" Matthew warned, holding his hand up again. The gesture was more than enough to silence the blonde and he quieted down. It didn't stop his angry looks, of course.

"I should warn you that the Guards are already one step ahead of you." Francis said in a matter-of-fact way. "In case any Dragons decided to sniff around the castle, Vash ordered that a false trail be made. We all thought the order was ridiculous at the time, but now I see how effective it can be."

Alfred flushed an indignant and embarrassed red, scowling angrily at the arrogant knight. Oh how he was really hating this man. "Th-this doesn't involve you! It's not like you know where he is! You said so yourself!"

"But that doesn't mean I can't help you." Francis said exasperatedly.

"And how can you help us if you don't even know where he is?" Arthur snapped. His patience was wearing thin. Why could Francis never just get to the point.

"There are two trails and two dragons aren't there?" Francis stated. "We have each one follow a different trail, but of course each will need a Knight to accompany them. They don't know the layout or the the post schedule as well as we do."

"You're not suggesting I leave Mattie with you, are you?!" Alfred hissed. "I don't trust you at all! Why would I leave him in your care! The last time you had a dragon in your hold, you nearly got it killed! I'm not letting my brother step into that kind of risk!"

"Al," Matthew cut in exasperatedly. "It's okay. I can handle myself with him. He's promised to behave, hasn't he? If I need your help, you know you can hear me from far away. I'll call for you. Besides, I know you don't want to have Arthur out of your sight."

Alfred opened and closed his mouth, trying to come up with some kind of protest, but couldn't find one. Finally, he gave in. "Fine! But any sign of trouble with him and you let me know! I'll rip his head off!" He glared at Francis. "Literally!"

Francis wanted to scoff and comment about how he could easily take on the dragon, but he held his tongue.

"I assure you that I won't let any harm come to Mathieu." Francis answered.

Arthur had mixed feelings about leaving Matthew with Francis. Yes, he was still angry with him but he knew that Francis meant what he said about helping them. He trusted that Francis with Matthew's safety but at the same time… he didn't trust Francis with Matthew. The Dragon was too innocent to be left alone with someone as flirtatious as Francis. But sadly, they didn't have much of a choice. They needed his help.

"Take care of Matthew." Arthur ordered before walking towards Francis and lowering his voice before whispering, "And don't you dare try any of your… your tricks on him!"

"Tricks?" Francis inquired innocently.

"You know what I mean you frog." Arthur hissed before turning his back on the other knight and walking back to Alfred.

Alfred went with Arthur, still grumbling angrily to himself about how pompous the moronic knight was and how he could learn a thing or two from Arthur.

Matthew sighed a bit with relief as they left and smiled weakly at the knight. "My brother is a bit overprotective if you couldn't tell. Sorry about that." He looked around nervously, a bit anxious to be alone. "But, um... I-I guess you should lead the way, right? I'm not quite sure where we should look."

Francis shared Matthews relief when the others had left. He wanted to make a good impression on the dragon and he couldn't do that while trying to watch what he said around Alfred.

"Actually, you will have to be the one to lead the way." Francis replied. "You will need to get the King's scent and we'll find the other trail to follow. You won't really have to hide as long as you're with me. I'm not wanted and I can easily tell anyone we happen to run into that I am escorting you back to your room."

"R-right. I suppose that's true..." Matthew stammered. He didn't like the thought of having to lead the way, but if he had to, he had to. "I guess I should get the scent then." He went into the King's room and started sniffing around like Alfred had done before quickly coming back outside, face red with embarrassment.

It might not have bothered Alfred to have used his sense of smell to track someone like, well, like a dog, but it was weird to him.

Wordlessly, he gave a small nod to Francis and started walking in the opposite direction that the other pair had taken.

Francis followed Matthew closely. He wasn't afraid of being caught, but he did feel a bit anxious around Matthew. Even though the others were gone he would still have to choose his words carefully, especially after Arthur's warning.

Francis knew exactly what Arthur meant when he was referring to "tricks". Arthur was referring to Francis' favorite way to flirt, which was trying to slip innuendoes into a conversation. He once tried using one on Arthur and the Knight was so repulsed, he ended up turning Francis into a horrid shade of pink! (The memory still made Francis shiver in fear.) The blue-eyed knight was more afraid of Arthur than he was of Alfred, so he would have to be subtle with Matthew.

"It's a lovely night tonight, wouldn't you think so?" Francis tried to start conversing lightly with the dragon.

Matthew looked back at Francis, smiling a bit. "I-I guess it is, I think it would be b-better if we weren't in the middle of something dangerous though..." He flushed with embarrassment over his stuttering. He was more than a bit anxious. "I just want this to be over so I can go home..."

"It is unfortunate that you had to be involved in this." Francis said solemnly. He felt sorry for this dragon. He wondered how Matthew had gotten involved in the first place. "But I'm sure this will all be over soon. And perhaps when this is all over, we can spend more lovely nights like this together, minus the danger of course." Francis tried speaking comfortingly, flirtatiously, and smoothly at the same time, hoping to get a positive reaction.

"I chose to be involved..." Matthew said, brows furrowing. "I-I didn't want to watch Arthur and Al do something so dangerous and be of no help. I can't do that..." The second comment had him confused. He glanced back at Francis. "Wouldn't you be too busy working as a knight for you to spend time with me? A-and I don't think that all the other knights would want s-someone like me around here..."

Francis couldn't help but chuckle. He found it endearing that Matthew would want to assist the two lovers on their mission to change the status quo between humans and dragons. He also thought that it was simply adorable that Matthew didn't get Francis was trying to flirt… maybe he needed to step it up a notch.

"You are very noble to help your brother and Arthur in their time of need. Qualities like that are what we look for in knights, but some may have forgotten about that." Francis replied. He knew that even he himself had forgotten about what it takes. But being next to this dragon was starting to remind him of what he had long forgotten… "But anyways, you don't have to worry about what the other Knights think. I wouldn't want to share you with them anyways. We wouldn't need them to enjoy ourselves, now would we?"

Matthew blushed at the compliments. "I-I don't think I am...I just wanted to be helpful... Wait, what do you mean by share me?" Everything Francis was saying was now confusing him. "I-I don't understand what you're saying."

'No wonder Arthur didn't want me flirting with Matthew.' Francis mused. 'He is so innocent he doesn't even realize I'm hitting on him.'

"Mathieu, when I say I don't want to share I mean that I want you all to myself." Francis explained with a playful smile.

"Want me for...yourself?" Matthew echoed, not sure what to think if the statement. He wanted to keep him? Is that what Francis meant? For what? A pet? A pet dragon? What? "W-why?"

Francis shook his head, the look on his face was one of bewilderment and amusement. By now, the person he was usually flirting with would already have been swept away. But Matthew wasn't like any of those other people. And Francis liked that.

"Mathieu, can't you tell when someone is trying to flirt with you?" Francis chuckled.

Matthew's face immediately colored a deeper red than a cherry. "F-flirt?!" He squeaked. "Wh-why are y-you flirting w-with me?" Great, the stutter was back and full-blown. He started to grip the hem of his shirt tightly and he nearly stumbled over his own feet. "I-I don't think I should be flirted with!" He spoke quickly, heart pounding. "I-I'm not a woman and I'm not good looking a-and I'm not very useful..."

Francis' eyes widened. He didn't mean to make the dragon to react like this. He felt sorry for making the smaller blond fret like this. But then again… he also thought the reaction was kind of cute.

"Please don't say that you aren't good looking." Francis began to pat Matthew's head, trying to calm him down. "When one person flirts with another, it usually means that they find them attractive. (Like how I find you attractive.) Don't doubt yourself or your 'usefulness'. You are very pleasant and good hearted and anyone would love to be in your presence.

As for not being a woman…" Francis continued. "Well, I think it's silly to let something as trivial as gender to get in the way of love. Wouldn't you agree?"

The reassuring compliments were really making his heart race now. "Y-you find me attractive?" The dragon asked shyly, looking up at Francis doubtfully. If his face got any darker a shade of red, you'd think he was about to explode.

Francis let his playful gaze soften to give Matthew a gentler look. Although he knew it was cheesey, the knight truly meant it when he replied, "Darling, it would be sinful to think otherwise."

"O-oh? I-I didn't think anyone...would think like that...about me," Matthew mumbled, shifting from foot to foot, very much embarrassed.

"You doubt yourself too much, Mathieu." Francis said softly. He raised a hand to take hold of a strand of hair that had fallen in Matthew's face and secured it behind the dragon's ear. "Anyone with eyes can see how beautiful you are."

He was sure his heart was going to just shoot out of his chest now. It was just a small gesture but it meant a lot to him. "Th-thank you," he managed to just barely say, almost inaudible.

The look on Matthew's face was too irresistible to Francis. Those flushed cheeks, the sparkle in his eyes, that gentle voice.… It was just too much for the Knight.

Slowly, Francis began to lean in. Curiosity pulled him closer to the dragon. He wanted to find out what Matthew's enticing lips tasted like.

Matthew suddenly swerved his face away from Francis', not realizing what the knight had intended to do and gasped. "I caught the scent again! It's that way!" He exclaimed, trotting off in the direction of the scent trail.

To say that Francis was disappointed would have been an understatement. The Knight groaned as he watched the dragon walk further and further away from him.

'Damn it.' Francis thought to himself. 'I was soo close!'

"It's stronger over here," Matthew called to Francis, gesturing for the knight to hurry up. "I think he might actually be over near here!" He continued to trot ahead before accidentally slamming into someone. He fell to the ground with a thump and then looked up ready to apologize to whoever it was before realizing it was another knight. "E-eep..."

"Th's hallway 's off l'mits." The Knight spoke in a low intimidating voice. The guard that Matthew ran into, glared down at the dragon. Although it was never possible to tell if the glare was intentional or not.

"Berwald? Is someone over there?" A softer voice further down the hall called as he made his way over.

Matthew didn't reply, too intimidated by the frightening glare. He trembled where he was, not even able to stand. "I-I'm sorry?" He squeaked, trying to scoot away. He looked back at Francis for help. 'What do I do?' His gaze seemed to say.

Francis (who had stayed back a few moments to sulk) joined Matthew's side once again and immediately tried to help the frightened dragon.

"Berwald! Tino! Just the men I wanted to see. My friend Mathieu and I are here to relieve you from your post." Francis spoke happily to the Knights.

"Matthew?" Tino questioned. He turned to the dragon. "I'm sorry but I don't think we've met before."

"He d'sn't look like a kn'ght." Berwald added.

"Well, he isn't actually a knight." Francis answered.

Matthew stared at Francis bewildered. Why was he telling them he wasn't a knight? What made Francis possibly think that the two knights were going to let Matthew stay with him saying things like that?!

"He's not a knight?" Tino asked looking very confused. He rested a hand on the handle of his sword, as if mentally preparing himself to take action in case he needed to escort Matthew out of the castle.

"Non, he is a new servant here in the castle." Francis lied. "I no longer have Arthur to help me during my shifts and this young man says he was interested in learning how to be a knight. So I decided to let him accompany me during my shifts to show him what we do."

"S'nce when h've you st'rted hangin' around with the s'rvants?" Berwald asked suspiciously, although his expression didn't change.

Francis wanted to huff in frustration but refrained from doing so. These two were being bit too thorough in their questioning. He needed to get them to leave.

"I don't usually hang out with the servants, but I ran into Mathieu not to long ago and it turned into a very serendipitous moment." Francis answered throwing his arm over Matthew's shoulder. "We just really hit it off didn't we?" He addressed the question to Matthew.

If flirting meant hitting it off...

"Uh, y-yeah. I saw him while I was working a-and I had asked if he could tell me how to become a knight..." Matthew jumped in, trying to make up a sensible story. "I-I've always wanted to be one but never knew how."

"O…kay?" Tino replied. He still looked a little confused but he must have been satisfied with the answer because he removed his hand from his sword handle.

"H' still can't be h're." Berwald muttered.

"I wouldn't have brought him along with me if I didn't get permission first." Francis replied coolly. "I already brought it up with Vash and he gave me the ok."

"Vash said it was ok?!" Tino's eyes grew wide in disbelief.

"He was a bit hesitant at first, but he agreed once he realized more knights in training meant more security in the castle." Francis answered.

"Oh, well that's ok then." Tino said in relief. "Are you sure you two won't need any help though?"

He was relieved that Francis had been able to come up with such a convincing lie. He didn't know who Vash was, but apparently his name held a lot of power over everyone else. It was a good idea apparently.

"We'll be okay," Matthew replied to Tino's question reassuringly. "I'm not as weak as I seem. I, uh, grew up in the countryside, so I can handle myself okay." He looked at Fracis. "And Francis can surely handle anything right?" He smiled back at Tino again. "I'm a quick learner so there won't be any problems!"

"Alright then." Tino replied happily. "Berwald and I are gonna turn in then. Thanks for taking over our shift. And it was nice meeting you Matthew."

"You two have a nice night." Francis waved as the two Knights began to walk off.

Berwald gave them a nod before walking away with Tino.

Matthew gave a small wave as the other two left before sighing with relief. "Are you always such a good liar?" He asked quietly, voice tinged with a bit of a teasing tone. "Or should I be worried?"

Francis missed that Matthew was teasing him, and for the first time that night, he lost his cool. "What? N-no! You don't have to be worried. I wouldn't lie to you." He stuttered. The knight became concerned that he was going to offend Matthew in some way.

Matthew stared at Francis with surprise at the sudden outburst before he started giggling with amusement. Apparently, the knight hadn't understood his teasing tone. "I'm teasing, Francis. Just teasing." He laughed softly before smiling warmly at the blonde. "You don't have to worry."

Francis blushed. He felt embarrassed for his mistake, yet at the same he also felt his heart flutter at Matthew's chiming laugh.

"Heh." Francis grinned regaining his coolness. "Mathieu, I didn't realize you were such a tease."

The blush being on Francis' face was quite different from his own. The dragon couldn't help but feel it was cute in a way. He laughed again at being called a tease, though his cheeks still colored. "I'm the tease here?" He paused to look back at the deep blue eyes of the knight with amusement. "I thought that was you."

His smile faded a bit when he remembered why they were there. "I-I guess we should check that room, huh?"

"Right…" Francis turned away and grimaced. He was getting annoyed. Just when he and Matthew were about to have a moment, something interrupted them.

Francis sauntered up to the door Matthew was referring to. He wasn't as talented with spells as Arthur was, so it took him a bit longer than it should have to disarm all of the Containment Charms placed on the door.

Once it was open, Francis turned to Matthew and asked, "Are you ready to see if we've found the King?"

Matthew nodded nervously, moving closer to Francis. He wasn't sure why. It wasn't like he couldn't defend himself if he had to, but he really didn't want to turn into a dragon and ruin any chances of negotiation. "I-I'm ready..."

When the doors were slowly pushed open, Matthew gasped, recognizing their target.

"Al, we've found him!"


Arthur followed behind Alfred as they continued their search for the King. It had taken him a while to settle down the dragon (who had been ranting on about his distrust of Francis) and now they were on the move again. Following the King's scent.

"It's quieter than usually is in this wing of the castle." Arthur noted.

"Yeah, and it's making me anxious," Alfred groaned before he stopped in his tracks. His eyes widened. "The scent is thickest in this room right here!" He exclaimed softly, pointing at a door next to him. He padded over to the door and pushed it open, revealing a large room. He couldn't tell what it was used for but the scent he'd picked up was strong here.

He stepped in further, looking around the room, wondering why it was so empty and quiet there...

Arthur followed Alfred into the empty room. And frowned. "The King's not here." He muttered disappointedly. "We must have followed the false trail. Let's start heading ba-ack!"

Arthur let out a cry of pain when his arm was twisted behind his back. He felt himself being pulled into someone's armored chest. A cool sharp metal object was pressed against his neck.

"Kirkland?!" A harsh voice questioned. "And who are you?!"

"V-Vash?" Arthur asked but then silenced himself when the grip holding him tightened.

Alfred was horrified to find his Arthur in the hold of the knight who'd, along with Francis, condemned him to death. He growled low in his throat, stance becoming a more threatening one as he eyed the threat. "Let Arthur go!" He snarled, baring fangs. "He didn't do anything wrong!"

"He is a fugitive and a threat to our Kingdom's safety!" Vash barked. The blade he held against Arthur's neck seemed to gleam dangerously as he spoke. "He should be killed for his conspiring with the dragons and you should be put on trail for assisting him."

"You already condemned me to death once, I don't need you to do it again," Alfred hissed. He started murmuring words under his breath, the words turning out to be a spell.

As much as he hated to use one, a destructive spell was all he felt he could use. The blade in Vash's grip shattered, pieces flying everywhere.

Within those short moments, the dragon launched himself at he knight, grabbing his metal-covered arms so he could wrench them away from Arthur, freeing the man.

He allowed Arthur to move away before letting his draconian features show. Horns sprouted from his head, wings and a tail also revealing themselves. His eyes became serpentine, though they retained their blue color. "You're not allowed to touch Arthur. He's mine."

"Y-you're the dragon?!" Vash exclaimed. His glare hardened but fear flashed across his eyes. And his weren't the only ones.

Arthur stood wide-eyed at the scene before him. Never before had he seen the dragon like this. Alfred looked terrifying. His reptilian features mixed with his human ones made him look like a fierce beast. Arthur was concerned that Alfred was going to rip Vash into shreds!

Alfred smiled darkly at Vash's exclamation. "I surely thought you'd recognize my eyes!" He tightened his old on the knight's arms, cracking the armor.

"Alfred?" Trembled Arthur quietly.

Alfred froze, hearing Arthur's frightened call.

He turned to look at his lover, eyes losing their ferocity to be replaced with concern. He immediately let go of his enemy, choosing to rush to Arthur, arms pulling around him to keep him protectively close. "Artie, are you okay? I was scared he'd hurt you."

Arthur's fear evaporated at Alfred's concern. He leaned into the dragons gentle embrace and mentally chastised himself. What was he thinking being afraid of Alfred? Alfred wasn't a beast, he was Alfred. His kind, lovable, endearing dragon.

"I'm fine." Arthur breathed in relief. "He didn't hurt me." Arthur enjoyed Alfred's warmth for a moment more, before the sound of metal alerted them to who was still in the room.

Arthur yanked Alfred to the side just as Vash had swung a sword down to where they had just been standing.

"I will not let you two escape this time!" Vash bellowed. "You will both pay for your crimes against the Kingdom of Hetalia!"

"What crimes?" Alfred shouted back angrily. "Is it a crime to help someone different from you? To save their life and befriend them? Love them? So we're a little...or even a lot different. It doesn't mean we have to go and start killing each other!" His tail flicked back and forth as he watched the knight for every little movement before his eyes lit up with an idea. Arthur obviously didn't want him to hurt someone he knew, so why not limit what he could do to stop them?

"Artie, listen to me okay? I'm only gonna say this once. I'm gonna make a smokescreen. We're going to go in through it while he's trying to find us and make our escape." The dragon whispered to Arthur, making sure Vash didn't hear.

Arthur discretely gave Alfred a nod to let him know he was good with the plan.

"Befriend monsters like you?!" Vash laughed at Alfred. "We hunt you creatures for the good of Hetalia. And I want to keep that tradition." Just then, Vash began to charge at them again, preparing to strike.

Alfred let a bout of flame build up inside, but extinguished it, causing a thick smoke to remain instead. As Vash charged at them, he released the dark smoke, clouding all of their visions.

"I wonder if the dragons are the real monsters here. We do not hunt you for sport." Alfred called out to Vash before grabbing Arthur to drag him out of the room. He made sure the door was shut and barred it from opening in case the knight figured out they'd left.

He sighed and let the dragon features disappear. He squeezed Arthur's hand apologetically before his eyes widened. "They found him! Mattie found where the king is at!" He hissed, shocked. "Come on, Artie, let's go!" He grabbed the blonde's hand and took off at a run, following the directions his brother gave him.

Arthur ran alongside Alfred as they headed towards the King's actual lodgings. He couldn't help but let a small smile grace his lips. Alfred had every right to kill Vash, but he didn't. He found a way for them to escape without hurting the King's crazy Head Guard.

Arthur hoped they would be able to convince the King to meet the Elders, because he was madly in love with this blue eyed dragon and he couldn't bear the thought of being forced apart from him.


"I feel like a stalker just standing here while the King sleeps." Francis whispered to Matthew.

Matthew chuckled softly, though he definitely shared the same sentiment. It was definitely weird knowing that they were standing in a room with a man sleeping the night away not knowing he had strangers in his room (okay Francis wasn't so much a stranger but that wasn't the point).

"I can't help but agree with you. I hope they get here soon, otherwise this'll just keep getting weirder." He whispered back. "Um, can I ask you something?"

"Of course, mon cher." Francis whispered adoringly. "Ask me anything."

"What made you change your mind...? About dragons, I mean." Matthew asked, expression showing that his timidness was returning. "You kept saying how we're horrible creatures and then after I showed you my true form you just looked so... I don't know,disgusted almost." He paused and wrapped his arms around himself slightly. "And then I come back and you save me from a bunch of guards that you should've just turned me in to.

I just, I don't understand...and then you started," he blushed, "flirting with me. I know you said you wanted to learn more about us, my kind, but why change your mind so quickly?"

Francis' expression softened at the dragon's question.

"Isn't it obvious? I changed my views because of you." He replied quietly. "I was at a very low point after the incident at the arena, but you came along and changed that. I really enjoyed my time with you the day we met. You are so different from anyone I've ever met and you brought out some emotions in me that I hadn't felt in so long.

I admit I was very angry when I found out what you were… but at the same time I was confused." Francis paused. "You were different than what I thought a dragon would be like. You're kind and timid and respectful… You made me wonder if all dragons were as bad as I thought they were.

I tried to forget about you and tried to convince myself that you are all still terrible creatures, but then I saw you again tonight; and I remembered how much I enjoyed your company… I remembered how much I enjoyed being with you. So I couldn't let you be caught.

I am still angry at dragons for what they did to my home and my family… but I cannot be angry with you. I know that you will not want to be with me if I continue to live with this anger so I want to change. I want to leave my hatred and anger behind so that I may understand you better. You and your people."

Matthew smile grew wide and he had to restrain himself from squeeing with joy. So Arthur had been right about Francis being able to change his perception on dragons, and he was more than elated that he was the reason why.

They had another ally and the violet dragon felt like a child who'd done the best thing in the world.

Francis felt his heart flutter when he saw the pleased look on Matthew's face. The dragon was obviously elated with what the knight told him. Francis himself felt elated that he was able to put that smile on the young dragons face.

Feeling that the mood was right once again, Francis couldn't help himself from leaning closer to Matthew.

But of course the universe was cruel to Francis, because right then the door swung open with a loud bang. The noise caused the sleeping man to bolt up in bed.

"W-what who's… Bonnefoy?! What the hell are you doing in my room?! And who are all these people?!… I-is that Kirkland?!"

Figuring that it was pointless being quiet now, Alfred pounced on his brother, pulling him away from Francis. "Aw, Mattie! Dude! You wouldn't believe what a hard time we had getting over here! There was this guy and he was just awful and I had to make a smokescreen and everything!"

Matthew nodded uncertainly as Alfred babbled, not quite sure what he was talking about, but the king was awake now since he'd swung the door open so loudly. "O-ok? Can we focus please? You woke the king up..."

Alfred glanced at the horrified man in bed and grimaced. "Oops."

Francis had to bite his tongue to prevent himself from yelling at Alfred. Not only had the obnoxious dragon woken up the King, he had also interrupted his moment with Matthew.

"King Roderich!" Arthur did a quick bow before approaching the King. "I apologize for coming in unannounced, but there is an urgent matter we must discuss with you."

"Bonnefoy." The King ignored Arthur and turned to address the other Knight. "Where are my guards? And why are you allowing this man to be in my presence? Weren't you the one to turn him in in the first place?" The King was looking very annoyed at the moment.

"Please your majesty." Francis also bowed before approaching the King. "There has been a terrible misunderstanding. Arthur has not done anything wrong."

"U-um, if I may..." Matthew jumped in shyly. "M-my name is Matthew. We really do have an urgent matter to discuss. I'm sorry we kind of just made our way in without going through proper measures, but our circumstances didn't exactly allow for that." He shoved his brother away when he started to speak up, glaring at him to keep the dragon silent. "Would you please listen to us?"

The was quiet for a few moments. The King stared at Matthew with a scrutinizing gaze as if letting everyone's words sink in. (Arthur held his breath waiting for a reply.) Finally, the King turned to face Alfred.

"You there." The King pointed to Alfred. "Would you please be so kind enough to hand me a robe from that cabinet you are standing by?… If we are going to continue talking I would like to be somewhat decent."

Alfred grimaced, not exactly liking that he was being ordered around, but at the same time he was relieved the man was going to actually listen. He went and fetched the robe before handing it over the the King, trying not to seem rude. He wasn't the most polite person, obviously, but he would try.

The King rose from his bed and put on the robe Alfred handed him. "Now…" the King spoke snippily as he tied his robe closed. "Someone explain to me, what exactly is going on?"

"King Roderich." Arthur spoke first. "We have come to speak with you about the dragons."

"The dragons that you were conversing with?" The King rose an eyebrow. "You realize that it is a crime to teach one of those creatures how to brew our potions. It is why you were put on trial."

"Hey, it's not like he was teaching me to curse people or anything!" Alfred cut in, looking angry. "I wanted to learn how to heal others. All we dragons have ever known to do was make spells that hurt others, that destroy. I saved Arthur and asked him to teach me. Is it bad to teach others how to heal?"

He paused before continuing. "Not all dragons hate humans. I've never hated them. Arthur was fearful of me at first but then we learned to get along." He moved closer to Arthur and grabbed his hand, squeezing it softy. "And now we love each other." He glanced at the King. "I know you think that our two species could ever get along, but aren't me and Artie a sign that something is different?"

The King scrunched his eyebrows in confusion. "Kirkland, he is aware of the reason why our people kill dragons, isn't he?"

"Yes." Arthur answered. He remembered how fearful he was the day he told Alfred about his family and the cruel tradition they started. "I have told him everything about the Kingdom's views on dragons."

"You know that Arthur's family is the reason why we have started hunting dragons?" The King questioned Alfred. "Yet you are still willing to stay by his side?"

"I know that. He made a point to tell to me when I wanted to learn the healing potion. It kinda requires our scales, ya know. But it didn't change my opinion on him. It's not like he started it. And even if he had, he's learned from his experience. I can't ask for more than that." He hugged Arthur close. "Even Mattie has changed his opinion. He used to hate humans."

Matthew flushed red at being called out, looking away sheepishly.

"You two might have changed your views, but I have to think of my people." King Roderich replied. "Many of the people have a strong dislike of dragons. Most of the citizens evenfear you creatures. I can't just allow you to come into our Kingdom and cause a panic amongst the people."

"But people can change, your Majesty." Francis spoke up. "I myself was angry when I discovered what Arthur was doing, but the dragons aren't what I thought they were. To continue hunting them and hating them is simply too cruel on our part."

The King's eyes widened slightly at Francis words. It alarmed him to be told that what they have been doing for so long was actually a cruel act. He quickly recovered and glanced at the two dragons before saying, "You may be right about that… but what do you expect me to do? If I order Knights to stop slaying dragons, there are still others out there who burn down our homes. We can't let the dragons do that."

"That's why we've come here sire." Arthur spoke again. "We've already talked to the Elders (leaders of the dragons that is) about changing the ways between our people. They may consider peace but only if you talk to them."

"They want to talk about peace? Fine." Roderich answered. "So where are they? Why aren't they here?"

"They're leery of being attacked by humans", Matthew answered softly. "We realize you want our scales, but you don't realize that you don't have to hunt us for them. We shed them regularly for new ones."

"They've only attacked humans out of a fear of being hunted. Green dragons are nearly extinct now," Alfred joined in. "We don't need to be hunted if all you need is scales. We want to propose a trade of sorts. If we give you our shed scales, won't your need to hunt us stop? If you stop hunting us, dragons stop attacking humans."

"We have a lot we can teach each other. We've already learned that. I think everyone else can too." Matthew agreed. "Not just humans, but every other dragon. If you come with us peacefully with no intentions of attacking, then me and Al will guard you. No one else can or will attack you. Our Elders always remain by their words."

The King remained silent. He turned his back to the others with pursed lips, meaning he was in deep thought.

A quick stab of panic shot through Arthur's heart. The King wasn't going to refuse was he? He couldn't possibly say no to them…could he?

"Alright." The king finally answered. He turned back to face the others. "I'll speak with the Elders and see if something can be arranged."

Matthew and Alfred grinned excitedly. This had gone a lot better off than what had happened with the Elders the first time. At least they weren't being attacked for once.

The door burst open again. A wild-eyed Vash covered in soot strode into the room with more guards behind him. It took him less then a second to find his target (Alfred) and tackle him to the ground.

"Your majesty! This man is a Dragon! Run away while we take care of this beast!" Vash cried keeping a firm grip on Alfred.

Matthew felt himself be grabbed by two guards, ones he hadn't remembered seeing earlier.

"Hey, this one, like, isn't struggling or anything." The blonde mused, pouting at Matthew. What was with that manner of speaking? "That's totally boring! Can't you even fight back like a little?"

Was he insane or something? Even his partner seemed exasperated.

"F-Feliks, honestly, it's a good thing he isn't struggling." The brown-haired male sighed, looking at Matthew apologetically.

Matthew could only resist the urge to roll his eyes as the two started to bicker back and forth.

"Hey! Get this moron off me!" Alfred shouted, thrashing under Vash's hold. "And who are you calling a beast you metal-covered freak!"

"You're the freak you mutated son of a-!"

"Vash get off him." The King ordered sternly.

For the first time that night, Vash's glare disappeared. He loosened his hold slightly as he looked up at the King in confusion. "W-what your Majesty?"

"He said get off of Alfred!" Arthur seethed angrily. He looked about ready to yank Vash off the dragon himself, but he didn't want to fight in front of the King.

"Are you gonna listen or keep that stupid look on your face?" Alfred growled. When the grip loosened he pushed himself up, making his assailant fall back. He stood up, grumbling while rubbing his arms.

"You're, like, just gonna let them go?" Feliks asked the king incredulously, not letting go of Matthew. "They must've totally screwed with your mind."

"B-but aren't they intruders, your highness?" Toris asked hesitantly. "Why let them go?"

"They have my permission to be here." The King answered. "As of now, they are my guests in this castle and I ask that you treat them as such."

After the King spoke, Francis used that as an opportunity to saunter over to the two knights guards holding Matthew. He gave them a glare before taking the dragon's hand. He pulled him out of their grasp and lead him to the side of the room.

"But your Majesty." Vash stood up still looking aghast that his prisoners were being let go. He hatefully pointed a finger at Alfred. "That thing is a dragon. You can't just let it wander freely in the Castle. It needs to be put down."

"Stop talking about Alfred like he's some sort of wild animal!" Arthur snapped. "He has just about every right to be here as you have."

"He is a monster!"

"Enough!" Roderich thundered causing the two to become silent. "I will not ask you again. Let them be. They are of no threat to us."

Alfred glared at Vash, disliking him as much as the knight did him. Instead of throwing a biting response back at him, Alfred chose to settle his head against Arthur's shoulder, arms draped over his shoulders.

Matthew was relieved to be pulled out of the knights' grasp and settled in place next to Francis. He murmured a silent "thanks", but noticeably didn't move to take his hand out of the blonde's.

Feliks and Toris stayed quiet as they were told, though Feliks started to whine quietly to Toris about how weird everything was, to which the other replied for him to stay quiet.

Once the dragons were free, the King waved his hand at the three newcomers and said, "You are dismissed… and tell the others that Kirkland and his friends are no longer fugitives."

Vash looked perplexed. It was obvious that he wanted something to be done about the intruders, but he could not disobey the King. After a bow (and a glare shot at Alfred) Vash turned and left the room.

Alfred smirked at Vash as he left before turning back to the the rest of the group, his glare settling on Francis again. He bristled silently but didn't make a move to say anything.

"D-do you think you could come with us now, if possible?" Matthew asked Roderich. "We don't have much time at all. We were given until the end of this week to bring you to them..."

"Or else they launch an attack." Alfred finished, expression dark.

"An attack?!" The King exclaimed. Concern was written all over his face.

"It will only happen if you fail to meet with the Elders." Arthur interjected to calm down the King. "They may call it off if you can all come to some sort of agreement."

The King nodded in understanding. "Give me a few moments to ready myself and then we may leave."

The two dragons nodded before Alfred went to leave the room. "Hey Artie, I'm takin' Mattie with me. We're gonna wait outside for you guys in the garden. We're gonna have to fly there if we want to get there quickly, and I'm certainly not transforming here."

Matthew sighed. He had a point. "I suppose we should wait outside."

Arthur nodded as he an Francis followed him out of the room. "Ok, I'll meet you there with the King-"

"And myself." Francis cut in. There was no way he was being excluded after what happened tonight.

Matthew smiled at Francis before trotting out of the room. At least he was more than willing to help them too. He ignored the withering look Alfred threw at the knight and hummed to himself contently.

"I still haven't forgiven you, you know…" Arthur muttered to Francis as they watched the two dragons walk away.

Francis grimaced as his guilt started to resurface. "I understand… but would it be any consolation to know that I really never thought that you would get hurt?"

Arthur glared at Francis, "Yet you fully intended for Alfred to get hurt. He could have died because of you."

Francis didn't answer. His expression was solemn.

"I know that you're changing now… but it's still going to take a while for me and Alfred to fully trust you." Arthur mumbled. "Especially with Matthew."

Francis was about to defend himself, but was prevented from doing so when King Roderich came out of his room. He was dressed in his finest clothes with his crown perched elegantly on his head. Silently, the two knights escorted the King to the gardens.

The two dragons were already waiting, transformed to their true forms. Alfred was yawning boredly while Matthew was curled up like a cat, eyes closed.

Alfred grinned at the sight of Arthur, revealing a mouthful of sharp fangs. "Ready to go Artie?"

"Did you have a preference on who you ride?" Matthew asked Roderich, raising his head.

"W-wait a moment." Roderich stuttered looking frightened. "You're all not expecting me to fly over there are you?!"

"Well, unless you want to get there next week and come back to find your kingdom sent to hell, yea, you gotta ride one of us," Alfred replied snidely, earning a cuff from his brother's tail.

"Oh, shut up Al. He's never ridden before. Even you weren't so fond of riding when you had to." Matthew scolded. He sighed and turned back to the king. "You might want to come with me. My brother doesn't know how to be gentle with new riders."

"And you do?" Alfred shot back, insulted.

"Obviously. I actually carry newborn hatchlings on my back when they need to be taken somewhere." Matthew explained. "You can trust me to be careful."

The King, not having any other options, approached Matthew.

"I'll accompany you, sire." Francis eagerly spoke up and assisted the King as he began climbing clumsily on the dragon's back.

Matthew lowered himself so it was easier, nudging the king up with his snout. "Don't worry about falling. I fly too smoothly to let that happen."

"It's true," Alfred agreed reluctantly. "He's a really good flier. He did teach Artie."

Matthew chuckled softly, waiting for Francis to get on before standing on all fours. "I'm ready when you are, Al."

Alfred nodded and looked down at Arthur, still smiling. "Come on, Artie, let's go."

Arthur quickly climbed onto Alfred's back and ignored the confused looks on the King and Famcis' faces when Arthur learning to fly was mentioned.

"We're all set, Alfred." Arthur proclaimed after looking back to make sure the King and Francis were sitting securely on Matthew.

The two dragons nodded their acknowledgement before flapping their powerful wings, sending them all into the sky.


Hooray! We are getting close to a happy ending!… or are we?! (Muahahaha!)

But yay for Francis changing sides. n_n (How many of you saw that coming?) And we threw in a side of franada with your usuk.

Also, just so you know now, Yamiyo and I will be doing a very minor switch up on what characters we are writing for. By minor I mean just one character, but you will get more information on that next chapter!

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