Fritz leaned himself against the wall of his room. His hands over his face as he sobbed uncontrollably. His father had recently had his lover, Hans, beheaded for running away with his son and had made Fritz watch.

At first, Frederick the First, Fritz's father, had planned on beheading the both of them for running away. However, Hans insisted that he shouldn't kill Fritz. In fact, Hans went as far as saying that it was his idea to run away with the prince. But it was actually Fritz's idea, Hans was the one that tried to talk him out of it. One can only imagine how that one fact made Fritz guilty.

Frederick stomped into his sons room, still in a fit of rage. His son running away with Hans had pissed him off quiet a bit. He glared at his son who was weeping like a baby. Frederick raised his hand and slapped his son across the face.

Fritz yelped. Biting his lip, he stared at his father though watered eyes, a look of clear terror on his face.

"This is just what you get for running away!" Frederick snapped, punching his son square in the nose. "Why would you do something like that?!" Another punch, this time it caused Fritz to fall backwards. "A kingdom can't have its prince and future king running off like that!" A kick to the gut. "You're the sorriest excuse for a prince I've ever seen! You're the worst mistake I ever made!" One last kick to the nose.

After Frederick had finished beating his son, he stomped out, slamming the door. For a few moments, Fritz just stared after his father, taking a moment to process what had happened.

Than, pain rushed through his nose, finally over coming the adrenalin. Fritz held his now more than likely broken nose, curling up into a tiny ball as he sobbed.