The Prince was unexpectedly called to the throne room by the Rebel Leader before lunch call wishing to talk. He swallowed the lump that formed in his throat at the ask. The Rebel nudged him on saying, "Go see what she wants, could be the next step to our little plan. Maybe she is coming around after seeing you out here working with all of us."


The Prince nodded walking back to the castle with an escort. He entered the room carefully not really sure what to expect. He took a look around. All the damage from the event was now cleared. There was still blood that covered the carpet that led from the door to the thrones.


The crowns were now sitting in glass cases by said thrones. That was both the king, the queen, and the Prince sses tiara's. The eldest tiara was the consort crown as she was the heir. He considered getting a new one forged not wanting anything to do with his older sisters. That could also be said for both the king and queen crowns as well.


He would wear the kings to redeem what it means and to remind him how not to lead. He wouldn't have to see the queens crown so what was done with it was inconsequential. He focus landed on the Rebel Leader who was lounging on the main throne. She sat upright when the Prince took a few steps into the room.


"Imagine my reaction when I didn't find you in the library but standing right next to my child. I thought we said what you needed to do today. This will not get you out of leaving. You will not get anymore time. This just proves that you don't care for the outcome of this kingdom." She spat the last worked at the Prince kept walking toward her.


Her voice boomed through the room made loud and clear by the shape of the roof and the acoustics of the room. "Do not think you can play around with me, little royal." She walked off the throne meeting him at bottom of the steps leading up to it. "I am not one of your subjects, as decreed by your father. I am not someone you can brain wash into thinking you are some kind of good guy. You are nothing more than a self-serving spoiled brat."


She slapped him across his face making him stumble to the ground. "I will not have you forgetting that. The public have very little knowledge of you. You didn't exist until a few days ago to most of them. If I were to kill you no one would bat an eye except for Ace. They would fall back at some point realising that they were never in love with someone like you.


I was giving you mercy by letting you leave with little repercussion. Ace speaks highly about you; you were to leave a note at your leaving. It was a kindness to them. Now you are going to break their heart." The Prince managed to pick himself up, his cheek starting to ache.


"You are really risking everything to further your own goals even if there is a better path. It must look exactly like you want it to. That makes you no better then my own family. I will not let you be the downfall of the kingdom. Ace will be hearing about all of this. Even if you put yourself aside to do the best for this kingdom what will happen will never be your choice." The royal said before leaving the room.


The Rebel leaders hand had managed to hit his temple with greater force then was expected. He took a deep breath as he looked back over the conversation. He walked towards the library going to get the scroll. This was a slow walk giving him time to think about bringing this up to the rebel.


He was going to die if he didn't. Maybe they could convince their mom to pull back. That he was just as much of a victim to his parents cruelty as much as she was. The Rebel Leader came up behind him taking his collar in her hand.


"Let's hurry this up shall we?" She spoke low into his ear. The Prince was pulled to the library by the Rebel Leader falling to the floor in front of the door. "Bring it to me." The Rebel Leader demanded in a dark voice. The Prince scrambled towards the table he was working at late last night.


He brough back the scroll not looking the leader's eyes, trying not to look at her at all. She opened it up making it spill to the floor. Turns out there was a lot of useless law that the former king passed. "I see you actually did what I asked. I'm shocked. I'm sure if I asked you to do what my child was doing I would find you standing in the shade."


She took a couple steps forward into the Prince s space he didn't dare move back. He couldn't even if he wanted to. "Isn't that right bitch." She slapped him again, this time he managed to just stumble back.


"I would not!" He yelled back his voice shaky and higher then he would ever wanted it in this situation. "I don't care what you think of royals, but I would put in my fair share of work where it is needed. You know how many people know how to read and write. Your child only knows how to write because I taught them.


Were you really prepared to bring that to the table when finding them a Queen? You would be lucky to get a third daughter from our allies. If they were any less nice then they are now it would be impossible to find someone to fall for them. You are arrogant in your little plan to run the kingdom. I don't even think you know what you are doing."


The royal pressed forward slowly bringing himself up to his full height. By the time he was back in front of the Rebel Leader he voice had also gotten dangerous. He made sure to use simple language not wanting to repeat this conversation. Normally it was not very nice to insult your mother in law like this. After what she has already done he thought it was just fine.


He saw nothing but rage in her eyes realising that there was no way he could reason with her. Then again going on his little rant was also a show that he knew it would be impossible. Before he could react she wound up her right fist it connected with his left cheek. He saw little on the way down and even less on the ground.


It would be a few minutes before he regained consciousness. The Rebel Leader had left the room when he managed to keep his eyes open long enough to take in what he was seeing. He groaned as he pushed himself up on his knees. It was when he tried to stand up that he had major problems. The world started spinning like a top before he found his way to the ground again.


"Fuck." He mumbled realising that walking to their room was going to be a major feat. It was not a very nice feeling trying to keep your self up when everything was feeling off balance. It started to die down after the first set of stairs going up. By the time he made it to the hall where the door was everything was mostly stable again.


When he got into the room that was when he saw that they may have bigger problems. It couldn't have been more then an hour after the incident. He was already to see colouring on his cheek and it was moving towards his eye. It was a deep red that was turning into a purple colour. How was he going to hide this from the rebel.


There was no way he would be able to find a clean way to explain his injuries. No one would touch him since they were under the impression that he was going to take the throne. They would kill him for fear of identification. He couldn't tell the Rebel that their mother was the one to do this. It would break their heart and push them to choose a side. He was not going to make the Rebel do that.


They were already dealing with too much. He couldn't. This wasn't possibly something they could explain that would leave the Rebel without questions. That was when the Prince fainted the second time that day realising that he was not breathing as much as he should have while panicking. This left him to hit the same side of his face on the vanity that he was sitting at.


"Baby?" He heard. The Rebel was coming into the room when the Prince picked his head up. This was a mistake as it started spinning again. He looked up with slightly crossed eyes in the mirror. The first thing that he registered was the rebels face. Their eyes wide and filled with horror. Their mouth communicating the same way it was slightly opened and pulling down at the corners.


"What the fuck happened to you?" The Rebel asked running over to the vanity. The Prince looked at himself in the mirror, the cheek bruise was more purple now but still very red. There was a smaller less red bruise starting to form up on his temple on the same side. The entire half of his face looked like red grapes had been smashed on it. There was even some yellow joining the bruise on his cheek.


"I hit my face on the desk." He said that last thing he remembered seeing.


"I think it's a little more than that love." The Rebel said turning the Prince to face him.


"Come here baby, I need to see you in the light." The Rebel helped the Prince stand. The Prince needed to use the Rebel for balance a lot more then what made both of them comfortable. They walked into the direct light and the Prince couldn't keep his eyes open. There was a white flash of pain that went through his head.


"I'm sorry, you are going to be a bit sensitive to light for a little." The Rebel a concluded turning the Prince s face to look at the bruise. They gasped seeing all of it in an almost golden light. "Who did this star?" They asked taking the Prince back to the bed. They started helping undress the Prince into his sleeping clothes.


The sun was going to finish setting in an hour. The Prince was to out of it to answer just let his tired body be manipulated. The Rebel managed to get his sleep clothes on and left to draw the blue curtains. When they came back to the bed they maneuvered the Prince to lay down. "Star?" They asked. The Prince was able to open his eyes a little to look at them.


"Who did this to you love, I need to know." There was something in the voice that made it seem less like a question and more like begging. A lover just wanting to help and make things better.


"Your mother hit me three times. Once in the throne room and the other two in the library." The Prince said with tears falling from his again closed eyes. "I'm so sorry Ace." He said starting to cry.