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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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GO SHOW THEM WHAT YOU'RE MADE OF
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[Ranboo's POV]
It had been a couple days since the tragedy. Over thirty people died that night, and silence spread through the country.
Ant's funeral would be held a week from now. Ranboo didn't know him well, but there was no way he was going to miss it.
Tubbo had been unconscious for days, but was stable despite his rough appearance.
Ranboo couldn't get death off his mind, constantly stressing over the condition of Tubbo, as well as Sylvia's.
Ranboo was constantly sighing. He knew he could get work done at home, but couldn't bring himself to do any of it.
He sat at the desk in his room, rereading the same paragraphs over and over, never processing the paperwork in front of him.
Stacks of mail surrounded him. Ranboo tapped his pen against the wood of his desk, trying to focus. These papers were important, and he knew that, but he didn't have the same determination as Sylvia did.
Ranboo leaned back in his chair, staring up to the ceiling. But a light knock on his door made him sit back up.
"You may come in."
A young maid poked her head in. "Sorry to disturb you, your Highness, but Prince Technoblade and Wilbur are here to see you."
Many thoughts came to Ranboo's mind at once, mainly consisting of dreadful conclusions.
The two men waited patiently for Ranboo's appearance, both seeing him at the top of the staircase.
"The most secure room at the moment is mine, so please, follow me."
The men followed with Ranboo closing his door behind them.
"You can sit where ever, I don't have much for a seating area." Ranboo said while taking a seat back at his desk, turning his chair towards his guests.
"Our apologies for suddenly showing up, but Wilbur insisted we talked to you." Technoblade huffed.
Wilbur glared at Technoblade before turning his face more neutral towards Ranboo.
"It's no problem at all, in fact, I think it was perfect timing. I wrote to Sam and Eret, so they'll also be coming by soon."
