A/N The more reviews the faster I update~

So anyways, I like-Cried writing this.

Bonniebelle, don't kill me guh'. It's gonna get better! /3

"Father, I can explain!" Richard yelled, Clinging to Wallace, his eyes dripping with tears before anything else was said.

"Guards!" Bruce shouted as several men piled into the room, "Take the knight and rid him of my presence, I wish to speak to my son in private. Once I'm finished I shall find a suitable punishment for this heathen."
The guards nodded in unison as they seized Wallace, Richard cried in desperate agony.

"No!" He screeched, his voice irritating the ears of everyone in the room, leaving one's ears ringing considering he'd been the one to hold the prince back as he clutched the other close, refusing to let go. Kicking and thrashing, tears and screeching, pain and agony, this was heartbreak.

"Richard behave yourself!"

"To hell with you father!" He screeched, "I refuse to let go of my beloved, he's dear to me, and he makes me happy!" His voice got louder as the dears soaked his cheek, Wally fought off the guards with elbows and kicks, even his own uncle.

"Richard!"

"I hate you, father!" He screeched. Bruce's eyes widened as an unusual ping of pain hit his heart.

Another guard held a rag soaked with chloroform to the prince's lips, his struggle slowing down as he collapsed onto the bed. Wally held back his own tears as the guards began to drag him away.

"Release me, uncle!" Wally kicked, his accent heavier.

"Silence!" Barry yelled, striking his nephew across the face.

Shackles were put around his wrists behind his back as cuffs as he was pushed out of the door.
Bruce glanced down at his son, covered in bruises from his struggles, he sobbed even in his sleep. The king sighed, throwing the blanket over his son, sitting on the edge of the bed, the agonizing words echoing in his ear. . . I hate you, father. I

Hate. . .

Fathe-You..I

His buried his face in his hands, sighing in heart ache. But-He had duties, he had duties as a king and his son as a prince.

He left the room, he knew Robin wouldn't awake for quite some time, so he decided to take care of the other. Walking into the confinement room, Wallace sat with his hands raised due to shackles, his head down as sobs escaped his lips. He glanced up at the king, only to glare and face down.

"Sir Wallace, your rank as knight has been revoked for fraternizing with my son the Prince, and ensuing adultery between the betrothed with his young highness, Conner Kent, do you understand your title's revoke."
"Aye.-B..betrothed?

"I've sent his acception to the royal family are to stay away from his young highness Richard Wayne as well. Do you understand."

". . ."

"Do you?"

"I love him."

"You know nothing of love."

"I do so indeed! I know I love Robin!"

"Robin..?"

"R..richard." He sighed, his head hanging low, "Even if I become a mere urchin in the streets of this kingdom, I'll see him standing high on his throne in the crowds, I will."

"Brave of you. So it's been decided, You'll be sent to war."

"Wh-What?"

"Either war, or exile from this kingdom."

Wally began to cry, his facade shattering before his highness's eyes.

"I'm just a boy! No more than 2 years older than your own!"

"Eighteen isn't a boy's age, you're a man, now act as one or accept exile!"

". . ." He sniveled, "War. . If I can not protect my beloved up front I'll do so in heart on the battlefield."

"You will be sent away tomorrow, as for Richard. You're permitted a goodbye in the morning. . . not for you, but for him."

With that, Bruce commanded Barry to release his nephew. Barry nodded, unlocking the shackles as two other guards escorted him out.

Around the corner Barry grabbed Bruce's hand, pulling him close, kissing up his neck.

"Barry..we've stopped this already." Bruce groaned, "What's gotten into you?"

"Please. . ." He sighed, "I'll do anything to keep my nephew safe." He whispered, sucking at the King's neck, "Were we not so, not too many years ago. .Like the boys I mean."

Bruce pushed Barry away, "I grew up, do not dwell on the past."

"Yes, your highness." Barry sighed, continuing to walk beside him, until they reached his young highness's door, where he waited outside, listening in softly.

"Richard."

". . ."

"Wallace is being sent away."

"What!?"

"To war."

"Father you can't!"

"I can and will!" He yelled, raising a hand to strike his son, only to lower it, reclaiming his composure. "We've sent your acception to the royal family Kent, you are to be wed to Prince Conner the second Saturday three months from now."

Richard began to sob and hic violently.

"I don't want to! I love Wallace!"

"You're a child, you know nothing of what you want!"

"Send me to war."

"Quit being so damned foolish!"

"Haven't you ever been in love, father?"

Bruce looked up, and from outside the door, Barry listened in.

"No."

. . .Barry sighed, leaning against the wall, sliding down to hold his knees, of course he'd say no . . If only he knew he was poisoning his son twice as bad as he'd been poisoned.

The room went silent conversation wise, Richard sobbed.

"You're not to sneak out either, I've doubled the guards all around, and they'll be on watch of your doors and windows, you will only be permitted to leave for eating dinner and seeing conner, aside you will be brought breakfast and your tutor will come here. Do you understand me?"

"Go to hell, father." It hurt Richard to say that, he didn't wish the fiery depths upon his beloved father nor hatred but he was in too much pain to care.

"I'll be sure to see Wallace when I do." He scoffed, walking out of the room.

"Barry. . ." Barry glanced up, his expression dead, his heart achy. "Come to my room tonight. . when no one is looking, perhaps we could 'talk'." He sighed.

"With all do respect I am no whore."

"You were pretty quick on your feet to defend that brat of your's."

"Perhaps because he's got nothing but Richard and I, perhaps because this is the most happiness he's ever known and perhaps because. . I thought you cared for me too."

Bruce glanced down.

"You live such a cozy life but will never know the pain of sending your own to war, knowing they may never return."

"That's enough. You're to obey ALL of my commands."

"Yes your highness.."

In his room the prince sobbed his heart breaking more and more.

He refused to live without his beloved. . he clutched his chest with sincere agony.

"Wally!" He'c cry every so often. As the sun set he stared out of his window, the orange sky reminding him of his only love. . . the warmth of the setting and the happy feel seemed to strike his chest with reminiscence of his beloved's embrace and smile. . . and the happiness he brought. The breeze was cool, it made him think of the circles he'd run around him when he got excited. . . "..Wally." He'd sigh.

At dinner, he sat, tears still streaming from his eyes as the kindness of his Wally's voice echoed in his ears.

"Eat." Bruce sighed.

"I am not hungry, father. . ." Richard whimpered, standing and walking to his room with a guard on each of his sides, and one behind him.

He flopped onto his bed, crying into his pillow. . . He missed the goodnight kisses and embraces that kept him warm. . .

"I miss you, Wally. ."