Arus looked at her. A crown? His eyes widen at what she says. Shaking his head nervously. "No. Being stared at is dangerous." He says in a quivering voice. His eyes wide and filled with fear and panic. He pressed into Hannah as she would soon feel the subtle shakings against her form. He was pale as a ghost. "Okay...grandmother..." he says. Sounding it out because it was a foreign concept until just a short time ago. He nodded his head but made no movements to put the crown on. He looked at Hannah. "I don't want to wear it in public. People will stare and then I might get hurt. I won't be able to be normal then. It isn't safe to wear it...is it?" He asked. Looking to Hannah for advice and help understanding why he had to wear it. His gaze moving to the Queen when she spoke about his parents. He was ghostly pale the entire time she was telling him about what had happened. His parents hadn't lied then...they had been telling the truth. "So they weren't lying about that." He said in a breathless whisper. Pale as a ghost.<br/><br/>Letting her lead him over to there and looks at her. "You really do want me then...I've never been wanted by family before..." he says softly. "Its different but much nicer than being unwanted. Than being hated every day for some reason I never could understand." He says softly. A tear trails down his cheek. "Being stared at by them and almost anyone else growing up was dangerous. It usually almost always ended in pain. Please don't make me have to have people staring at me. I'm shy and only know people staring to equal pain." He was shaking quite visably now. Looking at her. "I'm not used to this sort of high society life. I might be a prince but all I've ever known is poverty worse than people living in the slums. So much is happening so fast. Grandmother this is not an easy adjustment for me. Going from nothing to so much all within a weeks time at most...is not an easy transition."