Pierce was pacing the entrance of the door. Father had taken Arthur inside and he could hear the angry yelling. “Oh, lord, bless this boy.” Pierce muttered. Arthur had been caught doing magic. Not your run-of-the-mill magic, no, he had done dark magic. Dark magic is strictly forbidden, especially within the royal family. Suddenly, Pierce heard a CRACK and the King crashed through the doors. Blood was pooling out of a gash on his side. Mother came from around the corner and screamed. Then Arthur stepped out of the room, and she screamed louder. His hair had turned white and his hands were frozen white. The air turned cold around him and he was visibly shaking. “I- I didn’t mean to hurt him, mum.. I swear..” He cried as the guards grabbed him. “Stop- Let me-” He choked out, then the guards froze. They sunk to the ground, dead before they even hit the ground. The air was freezing cold at this point. “It was an accident, his death. I didn't mean to lash out.” He murmured.

if it's not obvious, this is one of the first times ive written more than a few sentences