Ignoring Kate for the moment, Alastor freed himself from her, walked over to Captain Artimus, spun him around with a hard pull on his right arm and, in front of the king and everyone in the hall, promptly planted him on his ass with a magic-infused punch to the face. A collective gasp of stunned disbelief tore through the crowd as the strands of his magic suddenly burst into a wildly dancing flame in response to his whirlwind of emotions. Everything he had felt in his life that had any pretense to the captain was laid bare in his mind. Unchecked, it washed over his mental connection with Kate.<br/><br/>"Thats for all the shit you put me through, you self-righteous prick!!" He screeched, halfway sure he made everyone near him go deaf with how high pitched his voice had miraculously gotten, "All the abuse and neglect. Slaving me out to line your damn pouch with coins every night to the local duchesses and their daughters. Using me as a whipping boy for your drunken rages knowing you could get away with it. Letting the mages under your command use me as a practice dummy. Everything you've done to me will not be forgotten. I WON'T EVER FUCKING FORGIVE YOU. EVEN IF YOU ARE MY FUCKING FATHER!!!!"<br/><br/>He was practically hysterical by the end of his raving. Captain Artimus was totally stunned and furious. He was frantically trying to conceive a way to refute what Alastor had screeched to the world. It wasn't possible though, due to everything he was accused of being absolutely true. He found he'd been, for the first time in his life, verbally and psychologically disarmed by the son he refused to acknowledge as his own. He had no way to defend himself.<br/><br/>Alastor, still holding onto the tabard he'd been given, whirled and raced out of the hall, taking Kate's hand as he went by. He was shoving people out of the way as he encountered them, angry tears racing down his face as he bulled those who took too long to get out of the way. His explosive actions would surely invite punishment from the King. The uninhibited kidnapping of the princess from banquet hall would make matters worse. He didn't care, his need of her was vastly greater than the masses. He was outside the palace in the courtyard with her before his mad flight ended.<br/><br/>"He's a disgrace of a knight," He said as he collapsed to his knees into Kate's arms with his face buried in her shoulder, his voice going due to his high-pitched rage against Captain Artimus, "He deserves no honor higher than that of a street tramp!!"<br/><br/>He was clinging to her, all his defenses gone as he did what she'd asked him to do that day two months ago. He let himself release all the pent up emotions and stress he had. Years of it gushed from him, both physically and mentally. Times of abuse, beatings, being unfed, tortured, sexually used, neglected, it all surfaced as it washed over Kate in a seemingly endless wave that only seemed to abate when instances of time involving her came. Both before and after meeting, it didn't matter. It was revealed he'd been watching her as much as she'd been watching him.