(( Mel&Cher just letting you know it was Prince Stephan that was mad, not Sam...

))
Prince Stephan listened intently to her plan. He fiddled with the flowing fabric of his itchy clothing, tensed, not sure if he should extend his help or not. Finally, aflame with shame at the very thought of turning against his uncle (even though he had begun to feel this way already, he still thought of himself as the Hood's prisoner), he spoke. "Arowin," he began hesitantly, "Kyle is very young. He will not be able to take the throne for many, many years. King John may not be my father, but we are still family. I cannot take the throne, but I will be welcomed back, and I could try and get information-" he stuttered and lost his words but soon continued anyways-"and you do know that King John has a brother, who is therefore royal as well and leads his own smaller kingdom. Perhaps...perhaps
my father could help in a way. He has always been a peaceable man."
Chris dragged himself through the snow. He was dying to go back and follow the wagon tracks, but he already knew where they were heading, and anyways, the still snowy ground was making traveling by foot tough. He wouldn't get there for days, and maybe freeze to death in the process. Even if he did, what would he find? A girl with a broken heart. He hadn't meant for things to get between them, but slowly things had. It would have worked at first, when Chris was still himself, quiet and calm and collected. Life, however, had turned him sour, made him tough, made him firey and slow to trust. It wasn't life's fault. Life was just trying to help keep him living. But two people with so much attitude never could agree for long. They were very different people, but they still felt the same feelings. Chris stopped to rest against a tree, and suddenly realized it was an oak. He felt a tear slip down his face only to be frozen shortly afterward. He had flashbacks- to the tree they had first kissed behind, to the tree where she had rescued him while he lay dying, to the burning house he had saved her from that was made of deep oak wood, to the promise ring he had carved from an oak's branches, to the oak they had slept against that one wonderful night, to the giant oak tree where the platform was where Arowin had come to retrieve him from Sam. Chris sucked in a shuddering breath. He knew he had to find her, to tell her he loved her and was sorry, so that he could move on. He began to walk.
Sam knew that even though he wasn't putting up a fight any longer, he was the Hood's prisoner. He wanted badly to escape, but what was the point? They were on the same side. He may as well listen to their plans while he could so that he could form fresh ones that he knew would work.