Hal was sitting in the throne hall, turning his father's crown in his hands. His mind was racing with a lot of thoughts as he stared blankly at the crown.

Was he Henry, the son of Henry IV, the prince of Wales? Yes, he was. But did he want to inherit the throne, the crown and the title of the king? No. Maybe that's why he spent his time outside the castle with his peasant friends who actually treated him as their equal?

That wasn't the only issue. Why would he have to marry a woman and have children, when it is the last he'd wish for? Why couldn't the bloodline end with him? He didn't want to marry a woman, he wasn't interested in the slightest!

Henry sighed frustrated, eyes locked on the crown. Why would his father force him to do things he clearly wasn't comfortable doing? He could live with being the king, but marrying a woman?..

"What ails me?" Hal sighed, putting the crown on his father's throne, when the door opened and he noticed one of his father's messengers. "Pray, do you require something?" Hal asked in a soothing and polite tone, noticing the messenger's look. He cleared his throat, fixing his red leather jacket and messy hair.