Roman stood there staring at his sleeping Father. He tapped the sleeping mans shoulder gently. "F-father?" He asked the still moving body. He was confused to say the least. His Father always woke up, told a servant to wake Roman then they both met in the dining hall for breakfast. Though today no one came to wake the sleeping prince. "Father?" He asked once more sitting on the mans stomach shaking the older man. "Father wake up." He begged holding his face.

"Wake up. Please?"

That was the day King Thomas Sanders died. Dead in his sleep cause unknown. The little prince didn't know what to do. What was death? Why did it hurt him? Would he ever see his BFFF again? His Best Father Friend Forever again? According to his Grandmother he would not. She told him,

"You are born, you grow old, you die."

Simple as that according to her. But Roman refused this answer he couldn't believe it! He didn't want to believe it. So he cried and cried and cried. Until, the royal chefs son found him.

"Are you ok?" The little boys head snapped up to see his door open by the seven year old. The small prince shook his head looking down to his hands. The elder quickly ran over to the crying boy wrapping an arm around his shoulder. "What's wrong kiddo?" He asked rubbing the others shoulder comfortingly. "M-my Fathers d-dead and, and Granmama sai-said that he wouldn't come back." He cried softly leaning into the others shoulder. "Oh my well that's all wrong now isn't it?" The prince looked up to the boy confused. "P-pardon?" He queried. The older smiled brightly pulling the prince to the balcony as the stars settled into the sky. "The Kings up there!" He exclaimed pointing to the sky. "Mama told me when we die we go up to the stars to live with the angels. On each star is a person, each constellation is a family being reunited. Your Fathers up there waiting for you, to form your very own constellation." He looked back down to the weeping prince as said boy wipes his tears. "R-really?" He said a small smile gracing his lips. The aspiring chef nodded happily,

"He is if you believe!"

Oh and Roman believed. He loved the idea that he was going to be able to see his Father again. To be up there with the angles and he held that mind set all the way up to seventeen. On his eighteenth birthday he would be crowned King but he always felt off about two things in particular. Marrying a woman, the Forbidden forest. These two things raged on in his mind. He always wanted to know what was hidden behind the thick brambles of trees or why he could never seem to connect with his fiancé Angeline. One of those things he could fix however, was the curiosity of the Forbidden forest. So it was decided.

To the forest!