-Arthur's POV-
I was walking back to my room. Dinner was good. Oh no! I had forgotten to snatch some for Francis. I ran the last few feet to my room and saw one of our maids, grabbing Francis.
"Eleanor! What are you doing with him?" I said, worried.
"I must report thy intruder to your father, your majesty."
Francis had his hands tied behind his back and his mouth gagged. How had he been caught?
"I will not allow it. Please let him go, now." I said, sternly.
"I can't. I'm sorry, Prince Arthur."
"Let. Him. Go."
My father stormed through the door. "Arthur, stand aside."
I moved, my eyes still locked on Francis.
The guards came in after Father. I watched, forlornly, as my friend was taken away from my room.
"Father?"
"Yes, son?"
"Where is he going?"
"To the dungeon."
"You won't hurt him, correct?"
"No promises." He stated, walking out of my room.
Why did all the bad things happen to everyone I met? I didn't have one friend from my childhood because my father had chased them all away!
-The Next Morning-
I tried to sneak out of bed to the dungeon. My floor squeaked under each of my footsteps.
"Arthur?"
I jumped. "Alfred! What are you doing up?"
"I wanted to help you get Francis out of jail"
I smiled, motioning to him to follow me.
A.N. Sorry it's so short! Please don't kill me! My computer is going to die! I don't want to die with it!