"Um… who are you?" Thomas asked.
He was in turn of finishing up with the last class but somehow the door of the auditorium that should have been tightly shut, flung open by a boy of late teens.
"I'm Arthur sir." Arthur took a breath and steadied himself, "Arthur Reginald, part of Class F."
"Alright Arthur, mind telling why you are disturbing such an event for us?" Thomas asked, still nicely.
"I'm sorry sir. But I too am supposed to be here… I got late."
"And how did that happen?" Another teacher asked as he got up, "Did you perhaps got up a minute… or an hour late huh?"
Arthur looked quite embarrassed at that. He had come here as fast as he could.
Before when he was ready to give up and sat in his own shallow self, something inside him ignited. Telling him, he couldn't give up so easily.
He is the Prince. He's going to face great hurdles every day. He can't let every single stones pain keep burning inside. He needed to get up for his father, his mother and for his kingdom.
