1 The peasants must be delusional, I'm perfect.

"those peasants can try their best, they're not taking my throne from me." Jace mumbled as the angry mob continued to batter away at the castle gates.

"Don't worry Jace," Henrik strode to the prince's side. "they ARE trying their best."

"you think that they'll be able to break through?" Jace turned a baleful eye towards his monstrously large bodyguard, "and what will happen if they do?"

"Do I think that those 'peasants' can break down our large, well secured, wrought iron gate, using a pig trough filled with dirt?" Henrik chuckled, "no, but on of the servants might let them in through a side door."

"MIGHT WHAT?!" Jace spun, shrieking like an wounded rabbit.

"well, you're not the most popular 'king to be', so it wouldn't surprise me." The man shrugged casually

"you don't know what you're talking about." The small prince laughed nervously, "everyone loves me, I'm royalty, I'm the 'king to be'."

"well, you could open the gates and calmly discuss that with the friendly townsfolk, maybe they'll put their torches, pitchforks, and pig troughs down." Henrik snickered, turning towards the main keep.

Jace looked at the gate, it seemed to rattle more and more with every hit, and scurried after his bodyguard, "where are we going?"

"to somewhere that's easier to defend than an open courtyard." Henrik mumbled of his shoulder, "Because, even though I'm confident in the strength of that gate, I don't want to stick around to see if I'm wrong."

Jace glanced back at the ever weakening gate, then scurried a bit faster, "fantastic idea Henrik, lead the way."