Heart Themed Canvas [UsUk]

Heartless [Ch.2]

It was years later when the story started to pick up again. Our main characters were at the age of teenagers, deeply invested in their new lives. Arthur that of a prince; Alfred that of a slave. Neither of them remember the other, or even want to. Little do they know, fate will push them together yet again.

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"Oi! Art!"

"For the last bloody time, my name is Arthur," came the annoyed reply.

"Don't back sass me!" Scott stuck his head out of the doorway to glare at his adopted brother, who was leaning against the wall just outside his door, glaring at him. "I-"

"Saved my life, I know," Arthur rolled his eyes. "You know, I half wish you just left me there to rot."

"Don't wish something like that!" Ian gasped, sticking his own head out of his own doorway.

"It's not like I was in any danger," Arthur rolled his eyes. "You lot keep saying there's nothing special about me. There was no magic in me for the bloody wizard to want."

Ian and Scott shared a glance before Ian disappeared back into his room.

"What the bloody hell did you want, anyway?" Arthur sighed. "I was already coming by to fetch you for lunch."

"Ah, we got this annoyin' letter about keepin' some noble happy," Scott smirked, holding out a piece of paper.

"And you want me to deal with it?" Arthur sighed, snatching the letter.

"What else are ye good for?" Scott laughed.

"Whatever," Arthur rolled his eyes, reading through the letter. "Lord Ivan?" Arthur glanced up at his brother.

"Aye," Scott nodded, smirking. "I don't want te deal with 'im, so you do."

"Why the bloody hell do I have to deal with him?!" Arthur snapped at him.

"He's just creepy," Scott rolled his eyes. "Nothin' te worry about too much."

"Obviously you haven't heard the rumors," Arthur rolled his eyes.

"Jesus!" Ian yelled, stumbling out of his room with soot covering his clothes.

"What happened to you?" Arthur asked.

"Wee fire," Ian chuckled slightly.

"What rumors were ye talking about?" Scott asked Arthur, his serious demeanor putting Arthur on edge.

"What rock do you live under?" Arthur scoffed, turning around swiftly. "If you don't hurry, lunch will get cold."

Scott and Ian glanced at each other as Arthur walked down the hallway.

"He caused the fire, didn't he?" Scott asked, glancing at Ian. He kept his voice quiet, just in case Arthur could hear them.

"You really shouldn't piss him off that much," Ian sighed. "This is the fifth fire this month. We can't keep hiding this from him."

"We have to," Scott muttered. "The wizard hasn't found his apprentice yet. If it possibly could be 'im, we need to keep 'im safe. His magic keeps growing stronger, we can't let the wizard find 'im."

"Stop making him angry," Ian sighed and started down the hallway. Leaving Arthur alone when he was awake was always a bad idea. Something would light on fire or maybe even something would float. Those were the hardest to hide from him...

"What rumor?" Scott asked himself, walking towards the dining hall.

The castle they lived in was grand, beautiful, a perfect fairytale castle. As far as Arthur could remember, he was raised here. However, he didn't know the story Scott would tell, of finding him alone in the woods during the purple moon. He didn't remember that at all... And apparently he was crying? Not possible, not him.