A.N. Sorry about the last chapter, I realize it was an epic fail.

-Francis POV-

My cell was cold and wet. They had thrown me in here last night. I was hoping that I could escape somehow, but the key was on the other wall across from me. I sat down on the hard floor, pondering on what I should do next.

"Francis?" I heard in a hushed voice.

"Alfred?" I replied, surprised to see him down here.

He walked over to my cell, with Arthur right behind him. "We brought you some breakfast!" Alfred squealed.

"Sorry I got you caught." Arthur murmured.

I took the food from Alfred, starting to eat. I didn't care that it was the bland food of the Englishmen, it was food and it was life- saving.

I was disappointed when there was nothing left for me to eat. "Is there more?" I asked.

"No, sorry." Alfred said.

I heard the clashing of armor coming down the stone steps. "Hide! The guards are coming!" I whispered.

The two, hurried to find a hiding spot, just as the knight came into view. "You are being sentenced today, git." The tall man stated, opening my cell and tying my hands behind my back with a rope.

"Yay." I mumbled.

He drug me up the stairs, out into the court yard where the people of England were starting to gather around a large platform. He then tied my ropes so my arms were around a metal pole so I couldn't get away.

"We have all gathered here today to figure out the fate of this awful person." The king said in disgust.

The crowd cheered, yelling disgraceful things they could do to me.

"Arthur?" the king stated, motioning for his son to come over.

Arthur did so, with an irritated look on his face.

"You get to enjoy this as much as we do, instead of hiding off stage with your stupid brother."

I heard quiet sobs coming from behind the platform. Poor Alfred, just put down by his own father.

"Don't talk that way about Alfred," I yelled at the king.

"You dare talk back? To the king!" he roared.

"I do."

"Please! Stop!" Arthur begged as his father came toward me with a dagger.

"Say it again." He put the dagger under my chin, ignoring Arthur.

"I. Do." I repeated.

The dagger began to dig into my neck, slowly and painfully.

"Say it again and I kill you."

The crowd began to cheer. Bloodthirsty idiots.

"I. Do."

A.N. Hey everyone. Sorry for the long waits, and super short chapters. I guess that's just how I roll. Well please review, I love you all!