Beau looked on as the king tried to yield . He looked at Prince Charles , then tensed as he saw the violent look in his eyes .

Charles stared down at the man below him, staying in the same pose he was already in. This man, which he had known to be his father and king, knew the chances of getting out of this alive. Rarely does the heir to the throne or the current ruler both make it out of their final fight between one another. Charles knew this because he had heard from his father how he nearly lost his arm from fighting his own father. He looked down at the man some more, trying to detect the emotion in his eyes. Was it fear? Tiredness? Defeat?

Beau stopped his breath stuck in his throat. He looked on waiting to see what would happen

Charles hesitated some more, which was the one rule when fighting. Suddenly his father pulled a dagger from his side, which had somehow made it past the inspection of the guards, and lunged toward Charles. The blade cut a decent gash into his leg, since it had gotten through a gap in the armor, but Charles got the final blow by piercing the king with his sword. Silence filled the area as the king dropped dead to the floor. Charles had the look of fear, horror, and shock on his face as he looked at his dead father. Meanwhile the people watching cheered for their new king, his mother watching silently by the entrance to the arena.

Beau rushed over to his new king "Your Majesty , I need to fix up you're wounds before they get dust or infection in them . It is not safe here either in case some people " he said looking around his eyes landing on a particularly sour looking guard " still hold allegiance with the late king " . Beau walked behind King Charles trying to somewhat usher him into his own personal infirmary.

He turned to look at Beau as he rushed to him and looked from him to his deceased father. Charles then nodded his head in silent agreement as he dropped his sword and walked out of the arena. He passed by his mother and stopped walking for a moment before lowering his head and continuing onward. He had seen the sadness in her face, because of the fact that her husband had decided to go out in this way, but also saw that she understood his decision and why he had to do so. As he walked his stride slowly became a limp due to the gash on his leg, his face staying blank though to hide the pain he was in from all of his wounds.

Once Beau had the king seated on the bed in the infirmary , he started to assist him with taking off the armour. "The sword has pierced a tendon in your shoulder by I will make sure that you are able to continue your duties , as for your thigh" he sighed " it might leave you bed ridden for a week or so " he said looking straight at the wound . "I shall get to treating them as soon as you wish your Hi-Majesty " he corrected himself before he could say your Highness knowing that it would it would be high enough to be called treason .

He sat down on the bed and assisted Beau as well as he could to remove his armor as well as some of his clothes so that the doctor could get to his wounds. Hearing all of this talk Beau said about how badly he was injured caused a sigh to come out of his mouth. Charles then proceeded to lay back onto the bed and stared up at the ceiling for a few moments before saying, "You can get started with the treatments.." It was obvious that Charles wasn't in a good mindset right now with the events that had just happened minutes before.

"as you wish your majesty " Beau came closer leaning against the bed to get to the King Charles's shoulder "I think that you should rest your mind for a while your Majesty , the recent events seem to be taking their toll on you and will not help with the recovery of your physical wounds " he said once he finished bandageding his shoulder and started moving to his thigh . His hands fluttered quickly over the wound , stitching and wiping blood with a clean water rag. Out of nowhere he spotted a large reddish mark on his majesty's upper thigh , an without thinking his hand flew to check it out . It was thin and sort of kidney shaped a weird shape to be if it was a birth mark .

Charles shook his head, both to clear his mind and to answer Beau. "I'm fine Beau," he says, "just please get these wounds done with so that I can go figure out what I need to do next. Now that my father is dead and all." He felt the doctor move from his shoulder down to his thigh wound and closed his eyes some from the pain. Once he felt that he had finished though his gaze turned to look down at him. His breath suddenly hitched as Beau moved his hand quickly up to his upper thigh area. "What are you doing now Beau," he questioned, not recalling getting injured there. A faint redness had spread over his cheeks as she watched the doctor at his lower level, a few thoughts crossing his mind to cause these.