All the Rebel could do was watch as the Prince was pulled out of the room. It was much, much better than the alternative. They didn't want to think about what could have happened. All the pictures that plagued their mind minutes ago.


"Now go find a room to set up in. We have a lot of work if we are going to undo all the terrible things these monsters have done." The Rebel Leader said pointedly at the young Rebel standing beside her. She turned to the rest of the room.


"All right everyone show's over. Find a place to crash for the night before we start on the clean up." It was the early hours of the morning now. Much later then what the Rebel had thought this would all end. Now it was pretty much over. Everything they had been preparing for, all they waited for finally passed. Now they just had to deal with the after that they didn't want to talk about.


It should have felt like a relief. It didn't, the Rebel was still apprehensive about the whole thing. Maybe when the Prince was back in his room where he should be things would be ok. The Rebel walked down random halls with the whole picture playing in their head again. They cut is so close getting to the throne room.


They should have known where it was stopping there the couple times they went into the castle. They found themselves in front of the Princes door. Which was still open after they were taken hours earlier. Now they were sure they were going to be together for real. The past year was the getting to know you time.


They both agreed that they wouldn't say anything if nothing was going to happen. Especially when the very high chance of the royal ending up dead was on the line. Now maybe they could be an us. The Rebel walked in the room looking around for any damage. It was unexpected to find several bloody footprints.


Probably from the muscle men that came to get him. The Rebel smirked finding no other blood. Pacifist to the end. The Prince was against violence of any kind even if it was in self defense. The Rebel was able to convince the Prince to learn some protective moves to have something. Even when angry the Prince would never even raise his voice.


The Rebel tried to think of a time when they ever heard the Prince yell for anything. He would turn a lovely shade rose when you were getting on his nerves. What he didn't do in actions or volume he made up for in vocabulary. Turns out reading so many book would do that to a person. It was a one two sort of punch to the ego.


First he would make you feel stupid by speaking above your vocabulary. You would be confused about the meaning of the word but could get the implication. Then he would dumb it down so that a toddler could understand. It was so much worse then anything the Rebel had been hit with. It hit somewhere that took a lot more time and energy to heal.


After they had one of these fights it took two weeks for the Rebel to come back. The Rebel made sure to find a way to steer clear from that taking place again. It was the longest that the two stayed apart since they met. That was still the biggest fight they had ever had. Everything after being able to be classified as little disagreements.


There was usually something every week, nothing they couldn't work through. But with two souls coming from two very different places they are very much alike. The Rebel stood in the middle of the room they already spent so much time in. It felt so much more like home then the place they were staying in with their mother.


There was only one thing that was missing to make the room complete. That thing was sitting in the basement waiting for conditions of release. Conditions that the Rebel was determined to fix as soon as they were able to get an audience with their mother. They were ready to discuss it right away, but their mother was decidedly leaving the topic for the time.


There was no way the Rebel was sleeping right now. Not after their system was flooded with panic less then an hour before. They thought it would be a good idea to go check in with the Prince for the night. They didn't really talk about the what comes after if they both survive. They were able to find their way down the dungeon going through five guards.


All the lieutenants were probably talking to the Rebel Leader about the change. The guards main job was to protect the castle and all it's inhabitants. As soon as the royals were caught they stood down as the rest of the staff was safe. There was also the theory that they were as eager to get rid of the royals as the Rebel faction.


The Prince was being kept in the farthest cell with his own personal guard outside. It was one of the isolation cells with a small window on the top half of the wooden doors. There was also a small window to the outside, both had bars on it. The guard that was outside of the room gave them only a few minutes to talk and he would be in the room the whole time. Something the Rebel didn't really care for.


"Star?" The Rebel asked walking into the room.


"Oh, Ace." The Prince stood up from the bench he was sitting on. He had on proper shackles that were attached to the wall under the bench.


"How are you holding up, do you need anything?" The Rebel asked walking up to the Prince taking his hands in theirs.


"Just to know that you are safe and comfortable my love. Is anything broken or missing?" he asked knowing the Rebel would stay in his room.


"Theres a little blood on the floor but as long as it didn't come from you it shouldn't be a problem."


"Then we have no problem dear." The Prince said in a calm tone.


"How can you be so ok about any of this?" the Rebel asked rubbing his upper arms.


"It needed to be done; four out of six were irredeemable. They would lead the kingdom to ruin." The Prince took a sharp inhale. "I want hold a funeral of some kind for my sisters. Those who didn't deserve this fate. I feel guilty for not going with or warning them." His voice cracked. The Rebel walked up to him and wrapped their arms around the prince.


"You should not have. We will have to add them to innocence that were lost in this. Something that is already far too high." The Rebel explained softly as they held the Prince who was crying with no sound. They stood on the edge of the room the Rebel holding the prince. When the prince's breathing evened out the Rebel took a step back looking at him at arms length.


"Are you going to be ok star?"


"Yeah I should be." The Prince sniffed and wiped his eyes. He pulled the Rebel back into the hug. "As long as we both are safe." He whispered. A moment later the guard that was outside the room came in.


"Your time is up sir." He didn't address one or the other figure.


"Right." The Prince straightened up.


"Good luck Ace."


"I'm going to get you out of here star. I promise."


"I know you will. We just have to wait a little longer. Why don't you go get some sleep. It will be dawn in a couple hours, and we have a long few days a head of us." The Prince and


Rebel let go of their intertwined hands. The Rebel crossed the room taking one last look before the heavy door closed.


The Rebel went back to their room. Both of their room now. They quickly cleaned up the floor with some water from the basin that was at the desk and an old rag. Looking around it gave the Rebel a feeling of comfort and familiarity. It was nice after a long uncomfortable day of uncertainties at every corner.


The adrenaline wasn't a drop like it is most days. They were sure that it faded while they were with the prince. It was a nicer come down then some other nights they had come back to the room. The Rebel changed into a pair of night clothes that they had stashed there when they started spending more time here.


While getting into bed they noticed three books on the Princes nightstand. A book that he was in the middle of was on top. His favourite was under and a book that he got for his birthday that he didn't get to yet.


"They won't follow you if you keep that Royal around." The Rebel Leader was at the door, she walked in slowly taking in the room. "They might think you will only turn around and create the same problems that we got rid of not that long ago." The Rebel got out of bed, standing as if they were preparing for a fight. This fight they could see from a mile away.


"He's different. You would know that if you talked to him for even five minutes. He was as much a prisoner here as anyone in the dungeon. He also helped make your plan more accurate. Without the information he gave me we would have been in a lot more trouble."


"Not everyone will see it that way. They might suggest that he only did it to save his own skin. They will think you are being played for a fool."


"He is loyal to the kingdom and wants what best for it. Otherwise he wouldn't have helped me."


The Rebel Leader hummed in disagreement before deciding on her next words. "Not everyone will see it that way. Get some sleep, we have a lot of work to do in the morning. I will allow you to wake up naturally till noon." She said leaving the room. The Rebel didn't stand down till they head her foot steps fade.


They let out a breath they didn't know they were holding. Walking over they made sure to lock the door after closing it. When the Rebel got back into bed they were much more tired then before their mother stopped for a chat. Guess they still had to worry about keeping the Prince alive; till she could see that he was nice.


That was always the struggle they had thought about. If their mother never came around to the Prince how were they going to deal with it. They shook their head at the lights around the room went out. Something they were going to have to worry about when the time came. Right now, they really needed some sleep.