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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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[Ranboo's POV]
Everyone stood still.
Birds were singing in the distance, creating a peaceful scene.
It was perfect
It was warm today. A light breeze shuffled the leaves of the tree Ranboo was standing by.
He stood underneath his umbrella, praying that sun's reflection in the priest's glasses wouldn't affect him.
"We are all gathered today to celebrate the life of Antfrost. To most, he was a Prince of the Badlands, but the one's closest knew him as a friend, or a brother..."
Ranboo glanced to Sam, seeing his eyes completely empty.
The priest continued speaking, but Ranboo couldn't help but look at the decorated casket before him.
His breathing slowed, watching the flowers' petals flap gently in the breeze.
"Let us pray."
Ranboo exhaled slowly, folding his hands over the umbrella handle and closing his eyes.
He listened to the prayer, trying not to let himself cry as much as he wanted too.
"Amen."
Ranboo looked back up to priest as he gestured for Sam to come up.
Sam held a small folded piece of paper as he walked to where the priest had been standing. It was obvious he had been fidgeting with the paper, Ranboo noticing the edges slightly frayed.
Sam took a deep breath and cleared his throat. He hesitated opening the paper, quickly shoving it into his pocket slightly unfolded.
"Thank you all for coming today to honor Ant. Ant was my baby brother, and I know he would be so happy that all of you could make it today. Some friends were not able to attend, but I know he would have understood." Sam cleared his throat again. "I don't remember much from when Ant came into our lives, as I was quite young, but one of my first memories was when Bad and I thought he was dead while he slept. He was the quietest little thing compared to us."
A few giggles came from the guests while Sam smiled to himself.
"He was quite shy growing up, even 'til now, but he was never afraid to hurl insults at someone if they upset him. Aside from that, he was dedicated to his country, and his kingdom. He never failed to bring up ideas that would improve the lives of others, things Bad and I would struggle to think of. That was just who he was– always caring for others, especially his friends and family. It hurts to know he never had a chance to tell you all how much he loved and appreciated you in his life." Sam took a breath. "Even if you weren't close, he cared about you, without a doubt, he cared about you."
