Max stops the four of them in front of the fur stand, he tells the three of them to pick out three furs each in the colour or animal fur they like. There are at least a dozen different types of furs and all in different colours.

Charles runs his hand over this big black fur, he still can't stand on his own feet. So he drags Max along with him.

"What kind of animal is this?" Charles asks.

"A black bear." Max tells him.

Max takes his fur from Charles before he grabs the black fur, Charles uses his hands to hang onto Max. Wrapping the fur around Charles' shoulders, clipping the fur tightly.

"Black suits you." Max tells the Monaque boy.

He swaps the black fur for a white one. Max can't help but smile at Charles, the white suits him even more and makes him look like a gorgeous little angel but not that he is going to tell him that. That is for Max's thoughts only.

Charles picks out as last a brown fur. Arthur and Lorenzo have picked out somewhat the same as that. Max pays for the furs and takes the three boys to another stand. They don't really chat much about things as the three princes don't want to talk much, they're tired but they need this stuff to keep themselves warm.

The next stand are woollen shirts, Charles hangs onto Max a lot. He is super tired from everything that has happened.

Charles picks out some white cream woollen shirts. Charles is very picky at his clothing, holding up the different colours. In the end he has a couple of white cream shirts and a red one.

Charles is a little bit quicker with the pants, buying nothing more then just some black pants. Max chuckles as Arthur tries to mimic Charles with his inability to choose a pair of pants. Even though all of them are the same colour and fabric.

Max drags them to a stand with shoes and socks. Buying them all a pair of boots stuffed with fur. Charles gushes about how nice these shoes are and immediately puts them on, taking off his night slippers.

Max promises them to buy them some other stuff when it is getting colder but for now they have the basics. After they get the essentials, they make their way though the village.

Dakota runs in front of them like the happy puppy it is. Barking and jumping, Charles still flinches when the wolf gets too close but he can deal with this oversized dog.

The further they walk through the village, the more secluded they get. The amount of house decreases as they walk on, more trees slope over the hill upwards. Pine trees cover the entire landscape, everywhere they look.

Charles looks back, they're leaving the village behind while they walk up the mountain towards what Charles can only think has to be another part of the village.

"You live up here?" Arthur asks.

"With my family, yeah." Max replies.

There are three little houses and a bigger one in the middle. Max points to each house and explains who lives where. His parents live in the smallest house on the right side of the path, the closest to the village.

His older sister Anoek, lives in the house on the left side, which has only one house on the left of the big house. His you her sister Victoria lives on the right side of the big house and is next to his parents.

Max explains that he lives in the biggest house, every leader before his has lived in the biggest house of all his family members. He leads them over to his house.

Charles can't believe how big the house is and all made out of wood. Lots of wooden beams and he has textures of wolves scattered everywhere over the outside walls. The door has this wolf's head as door handle with a ring through its mouth.

Dakota barks and jumps around in happiness, sticking his tongue out at Max. Max shakes his head, twisting open the door with the ring.

Once the door is open, Max helps Charles into the house. The Monaque can't do anything else but be in disbelieve of how these people can build these type of houses, so many details and carvings everywhere. Charles is sure they all mean something.

In the middle of the bog open room is a fire pit, two doors which Charles knows he will find out where they lead to later. On the right side of the doorway is a some type of counter, made entirely out of wood. A big basket of fruits and vegetables are mixed into each other.

By one side of the pit on the right is a big table, fit for more then ten people. It's made out of dark wood like the rest of the house. A kettle hangs from the ceiling above the fire pit, which isn't lit at the moment.

The other side of the fire pit is a couple of furs stretched out on the wooden floor. If Charles has counted then correctly, there would be more then eight fur laying on the ground.

Charles yelps when he feels his feet being dragged to the table, Max helps him sit. His brothers put the clothing onto the table and sit next to Charles. Charles winces at the loss of the warmth from Max.

"I'll start the fire." Max says.

All Charles is able to do is watch how this attractive man makes a fire to warm them up. Charles has seen a lot of good looking men in the years that he has been alive but none of them had been this handsome and genuine.

Arthur elbows Charles in the ribs and snickers, having noticed that his older brother had gotten this puppy love sick look on his face. Charles glares at his younger brother, he feels his cheeks redden and he looks down at his feet. He wants to hide now.

"I do only have two beds in my house." Max suddenly breaks the silence.

Charles his eyes widen, he has never shared his bed before. Well he did with his brothers but he doubts that the three of them will fit into one bed. Knowing his brothers, he will end up sharing the bed with this hot viking.

"I claim the spare bed!" Arthur yells.

"Sorry, Charlie but you're sharing the bed with him." Lorenzo says with a smug look on his face.

Charles rolls his eyes, he knew that he would be the one sharing the bed with the attractive viking. Not that he want to or that it's appropriate at all. Charles sighs, it has always been like this with his brothers. They would go through hell for him but they would let him fend for himself once they have situations like this.

"He can have my bed, I'll sleep somewhere else." Max says. "You guys have different traditions."

The viking gets up from his squatting position in front of the fire pit. Heading to the kitchen part of the big open room. He grabs a dagger from his waistband and starts to chop all the vegetables into tony pieces.

"Wait! You're the leader of this country and you make your own food?" Arthur asked confused.

Charles had never seen anyone ever cook, his breakfast, lunch and dinner had always been served by maids and servants into the dinning hall back home.

"Yeah...? You guys don't?" Max replies confused.

The viking moves over to the kettle and puts the vegetables into the pot. He stirs the stew into the pot and turns to look at the three boys in his house. Max had never liked to share his house with anyone but there is no other place for them to stay.

That is safe at the same time. They're the royal family of Monaque. Max shakes his head, Dakota whines softly and looks at his owner while he lays with his head on the furs in the corner of the room, his own little corner.

Charles follows the gaze of Max to the wolf, a white pot is on the top shelf above the wolf. Some markings are on the clay pot with a wolf design and the name of Fenrir.

"Max?" Arthur asks.

Max hums softly. "Yeah?" The viking stirs the stew again, Dakota lets out a whine and yawns a bit. He gets ip from his seating position and opens the on his own. Max follows his wolf and closes the door.

"How does one get a wolf?" Arthur asks.

Charles looks terrified at his little brother before he turns to look scared at the viking that is back at the kettle. Stirring it.

"If you want a nurturing and innocent wolf, you go down to the kennel, their free by the way and if you want a strong and brave wolf, well..." Max looks at the door. "You will need my help because the warrior wolves come from the wild. Dakota is from a sacred place in the wild."

"Cool! I want a wild wolf!" Arthur cheers like he is already getting one.

Max shakes his head. Charles looks with pleading eyes not to help him with this. He doesn't want to be in a place with more than one wolf.

"Either of you also want a wolf?" Max asks the two older brothers.

Charles shakes his head, too scared to want one ever in his life. What if that wolf decides to eat him one day?? Lorenzo nods his head, letting the Hollandian know that he would want one too.

"A wild one, would be preferred." Lorenzo lets Max know.

Max turns to Charles who had shaken his head. Charles had turned his head to the floor, rather looking at his feet.

Lorenzo grabs his little brother's hand and gives it a tight squeeze. Max decides not to press on the matter and just focus on the stew right in front of him.

Charles wants nothing more then to go home, he doesn't know if he can take the cold or being to far away from his parents. He knows that it's for his own safety at the moment but that doesn't mean he doesn't want to go back home.