“Oh you have to be kidding me….” Arthur exited the room with Benicio following closely behind him.

As Arthur walked calmly and nonchalantly, he could still hear the blatant wailing coming from outside the door. He already knew who it was.

As Arthur finally reached outside, he was confronted by the most horrifying scene in front of his eyes.​
His eyes widened and his jaw dropped. Maximillian was standing next to his youngest brother, Louis, and had his hand placed on his shoulder and gently rubbing it. He had a worried look placed on his face and he bit his lower lip, clearly embarrased by the way Louis was acting. Everybody in the palace, including the servants seemed to have surrounded Louis and Maximillian.

“Brother! I’m dying!” Louis shouted and yelled over and over. His aide panicked and bent down to sit beside Louis’ figure.

“Brother help! I’m dying!” Louis yelled again as he held up his forefinger.
Arthur furrowed his eyebrows and took a few steps closer to theatrical Prince, while his hands were clasped together behind his back.
‘It’s….a cut? Louis was crying over a cut!?’ Arthur thought as he face palmed mentally and he rolled his eyes.

“Oh come on! I thought someone was actually dying! To think this guy is actually 18 years old.” Arthur argued as he dropped his arms to his sides. He whispered the last part to himself.
Louis snapped his head, only to reveal an annoyed Arthur. He scurried quickly towards Arthur and shoved his finger in front of Arthur’s face.
“I am dying! Look! Can’t you see? Look! Look!” His finger was now too close to Arthur’s face, so Arthur had to back up a bit.
“I get it! Now move aside!” Arthur pushed Louis’ finger away and made his way to Maximillian, who looked terrified.

“Get Louis to the medical wing! Hurry!” Maximillian ordered in a strict voice, a voice full of authority. A voice that Arthur thought that only Maximillian can pull off.
A few servants came by and gently picked up Louis from the arm and lead him to the medical wing. Louis had the back of his hand on his forehead, looking like a damsel in distress.

Maximillian walked towards Arthur as well.
“Your not serious, are you Max!? It’s just a cut. He’s only a Prince because he is the son of Oberon. He doesn’t deserve the title.” Arthur said in a sotto voice.
Maximillian stared at the retreating figure of Louis. He then focused on Arthur and looked at him tiredly.

“You think I don’t know that? Somebody has to train him to be a proper Prince. But I don’t know who might-”
“I’ll train him!” Arthur said enthusiastically and widened his eyes due to the excitement.

“Not a chance!” Maximillian scoffed at him and rolled his eyes.
“You’ll train him? Ha! A Prince who can barely control his temper and is mad at anyone who proves him wrong?” Maximillian emphasized the word ‘Prince’.

“I do not have a temper!” Arthur said. It seemed more like a question rather than a statement.
“You don’t?” Maximillian questioned.
“No! I don’t!” Arthur debated.
Maximillian raised an eyebrow.
“Well, maybe a little bit.”
Maximillian glared and narrowed his eyes at Arthur.
“Okay! Fine! Maybe I do have a temper!” Arthur looked away as Maximillian felt satisfied.
“But that doesn’t mean I can’t train Louis!” Arthur continued.

“How do you plan on training him if I were to hand him to you? Which I clearly won’t!”
Maximillian raised a finger at the end, and shut his eyes.
Arthur glared at his brother.

“A secret.” Arthur grinned nervously.
“A secret, or you have no plan at all?” Maximillian objected.

‘How does he know me so well?!’ Arthur mentally screamed at himself.
Arthur couldn’t debate or argue with him any further. He knew his elder brother was right. At every word he said!

“Whatever. When will you be setting the feast? I’m getting hungry.” Arthur said as he rubbed his growling stomach a bit.

Maximillian chuckled at his little brother’s childish behaviour.
“It’s all set. We just have to wait for Louis.” Maximillian looked over to the door that lead to the medical wing.
“Why wait for that pompous peacock?” Arthur murmured under his breath.
“Ah yes! Before I forget, I needed to talk to you about something important later.” Maximillian informed.
Arthur looked at Maximillian with a confused look. But his expression quickly changed as if he realized something.
“Is it about-” Maximillian clamped his hands quickly upon Arthur’s mouth.
Arthur furrowed his eyebrows and mumbled something, since his mouth was not avaliable for use at the moment.

“Are you daft!?” Maximillian scolded as he retreated his hands back to his sides.
“I’m sorry. My…” Arthur looked away in annoyance regarding his brother’s sensitivity on the matter.
“Shall we head to the table at least?” Arthur said moments later.
Maximillian smirked teasingly and said:
“You can’t wait, can you?”
“Old habits die hard.” Arthur grinned.