2~Immaculate Misconception.

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Paul stepped away from the ballroom for air, the room was much too sweaty and warm with all those bodies in it plus he really didn't want to listen to his brothers if they happened to track him down. 

While walking through the halls, he eventually heard screaming coming from the ballroom and against his better judgement, he raced towards it, stopping in the doorway in shock. 

His father was bleeding from his forehead, his chest and neck, not dead, the cuts looked way too shallow for that and his brothers where screaming at the guards as people ran around trying to escape. 

Some people stood out however, dressed in all black and some with black masks on, the others must've had theirs knocked off and Paul caught the eye of one with long brown hair, the man running over to him and grabbing him, holding his arms behind his back and Paul was about to protest when he felt a dagger at his throat, the man whispering in his ear, 

"You're going to get us out of here, be good and I won't spill a drop of your blood" 

Paul froze up, all he could do was nod and continue to stare at his bloodied father. 

The man pushed him forwards and Paul started to walk, he heard the other men follow after the brown haired man, leading them outside and the man helped Paul up onto a horse, getting on after. 

"What about Chris?" Another...person with white and black hair asked and Paul wondered who the fuck Chris was, 

"You remember his orders, if all else fails we leave and he'll follow after" 

This seemed to comfort the other and they rode off, Paul too shocked and too afraid of being trampled to jump off of the horse and he figured wherever these men were bringing him couldn't be worse than the castle. 

He hoped. 

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