Gilbert screamed in pain as the flames danced across his skin.

"Pl-please stop!" Gilbert begged. He hated this, it was the third time this week that they had tried to burn him. He wished they would succeed one of these days, because the pain was unbearable.

"What is the meaning of this?" Demanded someone from behind the crowd, everyone's face when pale. A bucket of water was quickly dumped over Gilbert to stop him from burning.

"My king! This is not what it looks like!"

Fritz's eyes narrowed. " 'Not what it looks like'?" He asked, stepping through the crowd and towards Gilbert. He took the small albino boy into his arms, holding him in a protective manner. "Because it looks like you were torturing my little friend."

The crowd fell silent. A small smile formed on Gilbert's face as he clutched his king's shirt. And though it made the pain worse, he curled up in Fritz's arms.

"This is a warning, for all of you," Fritz narrowed his eyes at the crowd. "Next time, there will be consequences."

Fritz walked away, carrying Gilbert.

"Thanks, old man..." Gilbert smiled a little.

Fritz kissed the top of Gilbert's head. "Your welcome Gilly. Now let's get you home."