A.N. Ugh. I have writer's block, yet I can't stop typing! Goodness!

-Mathew's POV-

Francis had been gone for three days now. We were starting to lose hope on if he was even alive anymore. I hoped that he was all right. For those three nights, I hadn't gotten any sleep, for our father had ordered me to go with the soldiers to find Francis. This was the fourth day.

"Prince Mathew, we need your okay to go into England." One of the nights stated.

"Alright."

We began to start packing a ship for England. Hopefully we would leave by sun down. The two thoughts going on inside of my head were: 'is Francis ever coming home?' and 'I wonder how Alfred is doing.' I hadn't talked to him in since our fathers forbid us to talk to one another.

"Prince Mathew, we are ready to sail."

I got onto the ship, going straight for the captain's quarters. The room was very old looking. It had light wooden walls, a small bed, and a chair. I sat down on the bed, and put my head in my hands. There was a sharp rapping noise at my door.

"You have permission to enter."

Our lead knight came through the door. "We shall be in England in approximately two days, sir."

"Thank you."

~Two Days Later~

"Land, sir!" I heard through my door. I hadn't left my room for the entire time we were on the ship. The stress from being in charge of people was getting too much to bear. I was 11 years old, for goodness sakes. How did Francis do this anyway? Maybe that's why he always hid in his room.

"Coming." I came out of the room, to many sweating men, working on getting sails down and whatnot.

I noticed a sign on a bunch of trees, after we had left the ship.

MISSING: PRINCE ARTHUR KIRKLAND AND PRINCE ALFRED KIRKLAND LAST SEEN: IN THE PALACE WITH A SUSPICIOUS CHARACTER

SUSPICIOUS CHARACTER: BLONDE HAIR, REACHING SHOULDERS, FACIAL HAIR, BLUE EYES, FRENCH ACCENT

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