The Prince and his group were half way back to the castle by early afternoon. Grant stays silent the whole time with his eyes facing forward. The ones were talking were the servants who spoke among each other while the guards kept to themselves.

To his right, he heard a guard's horse wanders up beside his. The guard leans over slightly and whispers to him. "I don't want to alarm you, Monsieur, but it seems that we're being followed." Grant looks over his shoulder and saw someone following them in raggy clothes. The stranger looks like a young teenage boy.

He purses his lips, glances over to the guard and whispers back. "How long has he been behind us?"

The guard glances to the teen boy, getting a bit worried to know if this boy would attempt to harm anyone. "About a mile when I noticed the lad. If he's trying to sneak up on us, he's doing a poor job at it."

Grant looks back at the boy, thinking. He glances back to the guard and gives him an order. "Keep a close eye on the cargo. Who knows what he may want." He moves his eyes forward. "We'll have to stop soon for a short break."

The guard bows his head. "Of course, I'll pass the message to the other guards." He pulls on the reigns of his horse to fall behind the prince. After the group of guards is alert of this boy, they ride their horses right next to the wagon. The group travels for another hour until Grant hears running water a little off the trail. He leads the group to a small creek of cold clean water.

Grant looks at them. "Here is a good place to take a break! We'll rest here for half an hour before moving on!" He gets off his horse and leads it to the edge of the creek.

Once they settle down, Grant glances over his shoulder to see the boy. He was close enough for him to make out a little more appearance than his clothes. The boy's dark brown hair is dirty and unkept, no one can decide if there's dirt on his face or he has freckles, and nothing protects his dirty feet from the cold. His presence brings Grant the conclusion that this kid may be poor or homeless.

One of the guards walks over to the prince and whispers. "Your highness. The matter of the boy, It doesn't seem that he'll go away. Should we approach him, sire?" He glances to the teen now and then.

Grant looks to the guard then to the creek. "No, I want to see what he's after or what he'll do first. Act like no one notices him."

The guard looks to him with wide eyes. "But, your highness. What if he tries to steal something?" The soldier knew that Grant's plan involves the king's property, why would he squander that for his own curiosity? The prince ignores his concerns and walks up to his horse, pats the side of its neck as it took a drink from the creek.

The boy saw the man walk away from the guard. He then turns his attention to the wagon. A crate full of red apples teases his empty stomach. It feels like months since he last had something to eat, and the pain is making him do anything for food.

He watches as the group turns their attention away from the cart, leaving it unguarded. If he could think straight he would find that strange, but the pain in his stomach hurt so much, he just had to have something to eat. His eyes scan every wooden box until a white tied one caught his attention.

He looks to the people near him then starts to make his way slowly to the two-wheeled wagon. He pulls the tied box from the rest of the cargo and turns to rush off but runs into something hard. Gloved hands grabs his wrist and took the box from his grasp.

The boy looks up to see the man who was standing next to the horse has caught him. The man looks down to the boy with his blue eyes. "I don't think you can do anything with a baby's petticoat, boy."

The boy's brown eyes wide in fear and confusion. "A p-petticoat?" The group turns their attention to the boy. One of the guard looks to him muttering about him attempting to steal the kings property. The boy looks back up to the Man with the blue eyes. "T-the king's Property? You're the king?!"

The man shakes his head. "No, I'm his brother, Grant. Why were you trying to steal from this wagon?" He let go of the boy and folds his arms. "Also your accent. It's sounds british."

The boy looks down to the ground. "I'm an orphan from London. I ran off."

Grant raised an eye brow. "And you made it to france, all by yourself?"

A guard cuts him off. "What is your name lad?"

The boy looks at him, starting to feel the group is trying to intimidate him. "My name is Thomas, sir ."

Another guard leans over to the prince and whispers. "Your highness. He said he's a run away orphan. In england, he's either from a prison or a workhouse."

Grant looks at him. "Prison or a workhouse?" The guard nods to him as he rub his chin with his thumb and forefinger. He looks down to the boy. "How long have you been following us?"

Thomas looks up. "Since you left town. I didn't know you'd come out this far so I continued to follow you."

Grant rubs his forehead to calm a head ache that started to form. "Kid, it sounds like you'll stalk us back home if you wanted. We live far away, by now it will take us late at night to return home."

Thomas looks to the ground with an extremely guilty look on his face. "I'm sorry sir, I was just really hungry."

Grant sighs in thought and walks over to his horse. He reaches into the saddlebag and pulls out a shiny red apple. He tosses it to the boy. "Eat up and prepare to leave. You're coming with us to the castle. At least there you can have a decent meal. Then we'll figure out what to do with you."

Thomas slowly eats the apple, unsure if he should worry about being in trouble with the king or not.

A guard looks back and forth between the prince and the boy. "Your Highness! You don't mean to bring someone poor into the castle! It's unthinkable!"

Grant glares at the guard, taking some offence to his protest. "I believe the queen and my wife were some what off before they came to the castle. Also don't forget what had happened the last time when kindness wasn't shown to someone in need." His glance returns to the boy. "Besides we're the last ones to see this kid. Do you want his life on your hands just because of him being poor?" When the guard couldn't find an answer, Grant smirks. "Didn't think so." He turns to the group once the boy was left with an apple core. "Break's over! Back to the castle!"

The guards salutes him before going to their horses. "Oui!"

Back at the castle Elise was dealing most of the time with cramps. They came constantly. "This can't be good."

When the pain finally fades, the door opens and a maid walks inside with a tray. "Your lunch is ready, your highness."

Elise smiles and smells the delicious food. "Smells heavenly, thank you!" She grins and reaches over to take the tray, until it happens. Her body just gave out the most painful feeling she has ever felt. She gasp with wide eyes and puts a hand on her stomach. If she was holding the tray, food and broken glass would ruin the floor.

The maid draws back her arms in fright. "Your Highness, what is the matter?!"

Elise looks up to the maid with her emerald eyes, wide with pain. "THE BABY'S COMING!"

The maid looks at her in shock. "Oh dear! We have to get you to the Infirmary!" She puts the tray onto the bed and helps Elise up.

Elise moans in pain. She thinks to her baby. "If this is revenge to your father for opening the doors and letting in the cold, it's beyond not funny!"

Since they started to head back to the castle from the creek, it started to flurry. To fight the cold, the wagon driver gives Thomas his coat.

Grant silently leads the group ahead on the dirt road. He notices something is off about their trip back home. The cliff looks shorter than before. He stares up at it, starting to feel that he's leading everyone the wrong way. Just to make sure that isn't so, he looks around to see the surroundings that is familiar. He pulls the reigns of his horse, stopping the group in confusion. "Something doesn't seem right."

A servant looks to the Prince when he pulls out the map from his saddlebag. "What do you mean, Monsieur? I'm sure we're heading the right way."

Grant unrolls the map and studies it. He looks around for anything else that is on the map. "We are." He reassured them as he looks up to the cliff side. "But that seems different. Something is off about it."

The group looks at the cliff. Unsure if Grant is making things up or really has notice something is wrong. A guard looks to the prince, making sure he is being serious. "Are you sure?"

Grant rolls up the map and puts it away. "Yes." He looks a head of the path. "Guards, Protect the cargo and everyone else. I'm going up a head. I'll be right back." He motions his horse to canter down the path.

It didn't take long to see what has happened. A huge rock slide is blocking the path. It seems a few people have heard of the disaster and already is trying to clear it. Grant glares up to the cliff, having a perfect view of the side of a dirty mess of mud and stone and trees that have fallen over, exposing their roots. He stairs at the damage for a moment longer then wanders over to the people. "Excuse me, monsieur!" He stops talking until he has their attention. "Will you tell me what has happened here?"

One of the men huff as he looks up to Grant. "What does it look like to ya? A Rock slide happened last night. You're going to have to go around."

Grant raises an eye brow, clearly not liking this man's attitude but quickly shoves it aside. "Any suggestions for a route?"

The man folds his arms. "Depends, you have a map?" He watches as Grant hops off his horse and digs out his map. They both unroll it and the man points out another route going up the cliff, away from the slide. When they finish messing with the map, Grant pays the man for his help and rides back to the group and the cargo.

He rides up to them, seeing that he quickly gains their attention. Grant stops and looks at them, showing them on the map of another way home. "There's been a rock slide a head, so we need to go around. Luckily a man told me of another way, going up the cliff. We'll have to take it to get home." He slowly rides past them. "Turn around and follow me."

Elise lies on a bed in the Infirmary. Her toes curls in pain with each contraction. Once it passes she leans back in the bed, breathing hard. Babette dabs the sweat from Elise's forehead and Mrs. Potts reassuringly comforts her with soothing words. The Raven hair woman looks to them. "Grant hasn't come back yet, hasn't he?"

Mrs. Potts shakes her head. "I'm afraid not, Dear."

When another contraction came along, Babette grabs Elise's hand tightly. The door opened and Belle walks in. "Sorry I was late. I made sure I'm cleaned for this." She kneels down beside Elise and takes her free hand. "Adam insisted that I help out."

Elise grits her teeth and squeezes both Belle's and Babette's hand tightly. She shuts her eyes and hisses out. "Great! Remind me to thank him later!"

Half way down the cliff seems to go well so far. The flurry from before started to pick up and fall faster, soon it'll be hard to see. Even now it started to create a problem as flakes fall on Grant's eye lashes, but he has to carry on. Soon a crack and a thud ruins the most wanted silence.

The prince takes in a deep breath and holds it before glancing to the wagon. He saw the servants look over the side of the cliff with a shock expression as the side-wheel from the wagon has broken off and had disappeared in the forest below. Thomas and the driver stairs with wide eyes as their end starts to slowly lift off the ground. The back side of the wagon sits on the ground staying true to gravity.

Grant looks forward and brings his hands to his face. He lets out his breath in a displeasing groan and rubs his hands on his face. He jumps off his horse and walks to the back of the wagon. "Someone grab my horse, another help me. When we get to the bottom, take a left and it should take us straight to the village."