He hid in the shadows of the knight, looking for Katte. Fredrick finally built up the courage to run from his abusive father, the king himself. He grew antsy, looking around. “Katte..” He whined under his breathed. Finally, Katte whipped around the corner with all of his papers messily shoved into his bag and poking out. Katte smiled and him. Fredrick blushed and kissed him.