(Sure. I will post in a bit, I am a bit busy right now x.x I will actually post when I say this time!!)

[Camron wandered the halls. His head ached as he tried to justify what he had been thinking the night before. It all felt wrong, it was unprofessional. He kept his head down as he walked. Camron looked up at the paintings on the walls followed by the decorations and details of the walls and building in general. Defiantly nothing he had grown up with. Camron's mind wandered to the home he had grown up in before they moved. He was glad to be away from it.]

(Alright. I'll play the guard for a while then bring Malcolm back in later)

Two guard stood around the end of the hallway, both of them being trouble makers, and one of them nudged the other. "Look it's the prince's new guard," he whispered to the other, "I hear he only won since he waited to go last in every challenge, meaning that the people he was going against were exhausted." "What a wimp," the other guard replied then adds, "you know what? I'm going to go mess with him." The guard then walks towards Camron and the other says, "Is that a good idea? You- We could get fired for this." The guard ignores his partner and acts like he was going to walk past Camron before shoving him. "Oh- I am so sorry," he says in a sarcastic tone.

[Camron flinched. He hesitated for a second. "Its fine. Watch where your going." He tried to ignore the sarcastic tone but his tone was stern. The interaction put him a bit off balance as he tried to mellow himself and go about his day.

The guard frowned some at the reaction he had gotten out of Camron. He had been hoping to possibly get him upset and start a fight or something. He watched as Camron slowly walked away and kept looking back at him. A sly smile was on the guards face as he watched Camron walk off. The second guard came up to him rather quickly and says, "Are you crazy? We could get fired for this! There is no excuse to act like this to the Prince's guard." "Oh hush," the one that had messed with Camron says with a roll of his eyes, "I'm just having a little.. fun." The other guard's eyes widen at this, "Ok a little harmless fun is ok, but I know that face. You're planning to fight him. Aren't you?" The smile on the guard's face grows as his partner says this and, before anything else could be said, begins to follow Camron. His partner tries to talk since into him before stopping with a sigh. The second guard got an idea and ran off to hopefully put his plan into action.

(It's ok!)

[Camron kept his head down slightly trying to not look back as he noticed the guard follow him. He didn't want to get fired due to drama with other workers, been there, done that. A nervous wave washed him as he crossed his arms and continued to walk, picking his pace up slightly. The idea that he didn't know what the guard was up to scared him more, the guy seemed like a jerk and he knew that the guy was not coming to apologize in some way. Camron tried to focus on anything but the guard but it kept within his mind.]

The guard turned sharply and went down a different hallway as he saw Camron pick up his pace. This hallway turned not far up ahead and the guard knew he would cut off Camron soon. The second guard rushed up the stairs and to Malcolm's room where they knocked on the door. Mal carefully stood and opened it, careful to not mess with his injured arm too much. "Sorry to bother you Prince," the guard says with a quick bow, "but my partner is up to his tricks again." Mal looked confused at first but then his eyes widened when he realized what the guard was saying. "Who is he after," he asked worriedly as they begin to walk. "Your new body guard sir," the guard says and Mal immediately picked up his pace. They both knew that the guard messing with Camron wasn't going to be nice about it.

Meanwhile the guard cut off Camron and walked towards him. "Where are you off to," he says in a joking but scary tone, "I ever said you could leave." The guards hand slips down to sword on his waist as he says, "How about a little game, huh? To see if you are as good as you looked in your trials."

[Camron flinched at the guard's words. His instincts told him to defend himself even if it was another guard but part of him thought it was a cruel joke and he would just fight someone for no reason. He had no weapons and a minor fear of the idea the other guard had a sword hit him. Camron starer at the guard in disbelief for a moment, nothing was said. For a second he looked around realizing it was just them. A cloud of worry washed over him once it fully came to him just how different the situation could go. He brought his arms to cover his chest in a defensful manner, once more nothing was said, he just stared at the other guard hoping it was a joke. Camron was willing to fight if needs be but the idea of losing his job for such a stupid reason kept him hesitant.]

The guard chuckled as he watched Camron think through his emotions and thoughts. "Aw what's the matter," he says in a sarcastic tone, "you don't have one of these?" At this he unsheathes his sword and points the tip of it just a few inches away from Camron's neck. "That's a shame," he says, "I was really hoping for a fair fight." The guard's eyes twinkle with mischief and something else that would warn anyone that he was about to do something to the person he was targeting. How this guy was still a guard was a mystery, but all of the workers knew that if he messed up once and got caught then he would be out of the job for good.

Meanwhile, Malcolm and the other guard are quickly walking around the palace trying to find Camron and the other guard before something could happen. Mal had a look of fear in his eyes as he kept asking other workers if they had seen the two. Finally a maid told them that she had seen them in a certain hallway and they headed that way quickly. Mal prayed that they would get there on time.

[Camron flinched. "How the hell have you not lost your job." He grabbed the blade with his hand moving it from his neck. A small bit of blood trickled from a wound which the blade caused on his palm. Camron stared at the guard for a moment. A defensive glare stole his face as he tried to comfirm if the othe rguard was serious or not. After a moment Camron took a step back "I dont need a sword for it to be a fair fight." He hated the idea if giving in but he also knew it was the only way out, they were alone and the guard had a sword, what was he meant to do?]