A.N. Haven't gotten any comments lately… Should I keep this one up?
-Arthur's POV-
Walking, walking, walking. This was all we seemed to be doing for the past two days. I hadn't talked much, so I decided to start up a conversation.
"Francis?"
"Oui, what is it?"
I looked around for something to talk about. "What's that doing here?" I pointed to the French ship docking in the harbor.
His face paled. "They're here."
"Who? Who's here?" I asked as he took my hand and was dragging me towards the forest.
"The Royal Family of France."
I was running now. We couldn't be caught, together at least. That's when we ran into Mathew.
"Francis?"
"Mathew!"
"Where's Alfred! We found this." He held out a missing sign.
My face fell. "He… died."
"W-What?" Mathew stuttered.
Francis changed the subject. "Why are you here? Where's Father?"
"Father put me in charge." He didn't look to pleased with his statement. "It's real stressful to have to lead something like this."
"Well you are only 11. You shouldn't have to lead this."
"Father is worried. You're supposed to be finding a wife. You have until the end of the month, remember?"
My mouth dropped. "You're already taking your place as king?"
He nods. I was surprised. I still had three years left.
"I'm turning 18 on July 31st."
"I'm only 15."
He chuckles. "That's alright."
"You coming home, brother?"
"No."
"Why not?"
He picks me up. "Arthur."
My face heats up. "Can you put me back down now?"
The knights come out of the trees. "Prince Mathew, you found Prince Francis!"
I begin to struggle. "Let me go, you bloody wanker!"
"Prince Francis, it is time to return to France."
"I'm not going."
One of the knights takes me out of Francis' hands and through me to the side. Pain shoots up my broken arm.
"It is time to go home, your highness." One says, sternly.
Francis starts toward me again, but one of the knights grab him from behind, dragging him back to their ship.
"Arthur!" he pleads.
"Wait. That's Arthur?" the knight that threw me asked.
"Yes!"
He picks me up. "Let's go get our reward."