Sir Alfred F. Jones 4

          Not believing his father's reaction, Arthur folded his arms over his chest in defiance. Then, to threaten him with the goddamned guards he hated so much, it was all he could handle before storming off to where he was so kindly asked to go.  The room Arthur went was not the one where his father tucked him in, or his mother kissed him good-night. No, it was one he found, because only god knows how many secrets lay in such an old castle, where he would perform the dark arts he had recently become interested in, and where he would be able to meet with Alfred. Arthur now obviously wasn't the purest gentleman his kingdom thought him to be, but he enjoyed being different from them all. At the secret room's doorway, he could feel a presence, he wasn't sure what, but it was familiar. Cautiously, he entered the room.