Little Hans wakes up bright and early, before any of his mean twelve older brothers could. Leaping out of his white and green bed, the little prince accidently lands on his face. Grumbling can be heard from some of the older princes in the room, and the smallest one quickly crawls under his bed.
Grumbles and growls can be heard from the older males all around the large room. Footsteps are soon added into the army of voices, and a few lead up to Hans's bed. The small prince stays perfectly quiet, as the two princes standing above the bed begin to talk.
"He must have already went to breakfast," one voice, deeper than a child's but still due to change, states, a small, very tiny hint of arrogance laced into it.
"The little bastard, he'll eat everything!" the other one, deeper than the first and done changing, growls like a dog, agitation and arrogance more prominent in it, "Brothers, we're going to the kitchen."
"But what about changing?" two voices, identical and medium pitched, call from one side of the room that seems to be far away from Hans's bed.
"That can wait, do you want to have Hans eat all the food?" the deepest voice asks.
"No," the identical voices say in synchronization.
"Good, let's go," the second voice spoken commands. Everyone else in the room marches out, almost like soldiers going into war.
Hans crawls out from under his bed, and the small prince stands to look across the room. It is empty of people, only the furniture and fabric to greet him. The prince changes out from his royal pajamas into his aristocratic normal clothes.
The little prince of the Southern Isles walks into the dining room, stepping into a lecture from his father and mother, which is directed towards his older brothers. Both his parents notice him instantly, and his brothers soon follow suit.
"Hello Mother, Father," Hans says, smiling brightly at them with his white outfit with a green undertone in it with the hems green. His mother, gracefully and stunningly, walks up to her youngest son, kneeling down in front of him.
"Oh, you look fantastic as usual, dear," the queen raises her hands to fix the light brown hair on top of the small prince's head. All of his brothers have a disgusted look across their faces, showing their hatred for the youngest prince.
"Thank you, Mother," Hans says with great pride. His mother walks back to her spot next to her husband, and the two adults go back to their lecturing. The tiny prince takes his spot at the table, eating his breakfast without a single word uttered from his small lips.
The King and Queen of the Southern Isles left their sons to their breakfast, and as soon as they are gone, food is thrown at the little Hans. The food smeared and got stuck to the light brown hair, and he, for only being six years of age, is nearly put to tears. "Stay strong" goes through his head, sucking up the tears.
"Why did you do that?" Hans tries to confront his brothers about the food throwing. All twelve of them look away from him and don't talk to him. He looks across all of them, wondering why they aren't talking to them.
It was only a few minutes after, a small note was quietly passed over to the tiny prince. He picks up the paper lightly, unfolding it quickly. Inside, it says:
"We are going to ignore you for as long as we want. You need to learn not to mess with us."
Hans crumbles p the paper and throws it at his brothers, ready to cry again. Jumping to his feet, he chants in his head "Stay strong. Stay strong." The little, small, tiny Prince of the Southern Isles runs out of the dining room, feeling rejection and abandonment from his brothers.