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"Your Majesty, my sword will pierce through that beautiful face of yours if you're not careful."
After the mysterious death of their father, twins Ranboo and Sylvia, learn that their lives weren't as truthful as they thought.
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WHY DO YOU CARE ABOUT HIM
HE NEVER CARED ABOUT US
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Ranboo looked at his sister, standing completely still under her umbrella.
"He was still our father, Ranboo." Sylvia said barely above a whisper, the grip on the umbrella handle tightening.
Ranboo shook his head, tuning out the words of the priest, as their father's body was lowered into the ground.
"When did we see him, maybe twice a month?" Ranboo's words were full of emotion. Rage finally spilling from his mouth, a sharpness to his calm voice. He turns back towards the castle, being the first one to leave.
Sylvia turned to say something, only being able to open her mouth. She watched as Ranboo's black umbrella became small, closing her mouth.
The funeral guests mourned, heads all lowered down. Sylvia couldn't muster a single tear to show she cared.
But he was our father...our "father"
No one except for Ranboo comforted her during her time of need. Sylvia wanted to care, but didn't know how. She glances at the guests, none of them comforting her either.
Sylvia scoffs quietly, turning back towards the castle, not even giving the funeral a second look.
Ranboo was staring at the rose garden in front of the castle entrance, droplets from the umbrella falling onto his shoes
"You shouldn't stand around like that." Sylvia stands next to her brother.
No reply.
"Are you thinking of mother?" Sylvia asks. Ranboo turns his head towards her, his eyes looked exhausted.
"Of course." He replies, looking back down at the garden. "Do you ever just come down here, just to stare at the roses?" He asks.
"I can't say I do."
"Try it sometime. Something about it feels safe." Ranboo's brow furrows, as if to say something, but he kept silent.
Sylvia rests her hand on his shoulder. "We should get inside, we don't want to get sick."
Ranboo nods, shaking the rain off his umbrella.
The two walk into their dim lit castle, shutting the outside world out once again.
"Excuse me your Highnesses," Sylvia turns to see the royal assistant, Melanie, hurrying towards them. "Prince Dream just sent a message, requesting a meeting later tonight."
"Is he coming here?" Ranboo asks, crossing his arms.
"No sir, he has asked that you join him for dinner." Melanie replies.
