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Joseff limped through the hallways, careful to dodge guards and servants. He knew if any of them saw him, his goose was cooked.

Catching a glimpse of himself in a suit of armor confirmed his worst fear, he looked awful. Scraped knees, torn clothes, bloodied nose, and the beginnings of a bruise in his collarbone.

"Dang it," he said quietly. There was no way he could hide all of his injuries… Or maybe there was.

His room was on the complete other side of the castle, but he knew every hiding spot there was. He could throw his clothes into the fireplace and destroy that evidence, and maybe he could use some of Mama’s make up to cover the bruise.

"No, stupid idea." He whispered, ducking behind a dark wall to avoid another guard. But did he have any other choice? Not really. A half-baked scheme was better than none, and to a ten year old, half-baked was a challenge worth accepting.

"Mama and Papa’s room is just five doors from mine, I can be in and out in two minutes tops, Change clothes in four minutes, And none of this ever happened." Golden, brilliant, he deserved an award.

One problem… Aunt Elsa. The queen’s office was smack dab between him and his goal.

"You sissy, you’re just what they called you if you quit now."

The words of his attackers rang in his ears. Sissy, Baby, Wimp, His Highness.

There was no way he was going to confirm all of their harsh words, not even to himself.

He embarked on his impossible journey, not making a single noise, save a small whimper when he slid on his knee to avoid being seen by a servant.

The large intricately carved door with gold and sapphire accents couldn’t be missed, if he was gonna get caught, this was it. He tiptoed slowly, hearing the doorknob turn. Quickly Joseff pressed himself against a wall and crouched behind a potted plant, knees screaming with pain. Some duke or earl left Elsa’s office and closed the door behind him.

Joseff watched as the man walked around the corner, feeling a warm sensation on his lip. A single drop of blood dripped from his nose and onto the rug. Feeling his vision cloud, Joseff shot back to his feet. He was NOT going to cry, only babies cried, and now he was home free.

Two hallways and a staircase later Joseff finally reached the corridor with the bedrooms. He knew his papa wasn't supposed to be back from harvesting until later that night, and he couldn't have been more lucky. If Kristoff found out he'd been in a fight, he'd have a sore bum to match his knees, arms, and pride.

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