His feet shuffled along the empty corridor, alone. Even at twelve years old, his stride shows every sign of being a royal: Shoulders straight, back straight and each and every auburn hair, straight. He makes his way along the green carpet that follows down the corridors, his black leather shoes leading the way. The red curtains were drawn open, letting the stars shine through the windows like a million fireflies in a deep blue sea.
He saw three of his brothers walking towards him, (one fourteen and two fifteen, being twins) and smiled at them. They stared straight ahead, as if he wasn't even there.
"Very funny, guys," The boy laughed sarcastically, only to be greeted with silence.
"Did you two hear something?" One of the twins laughed.
"I didn't hear anything," The other one smirked. "What about you, William?"
"Me either. Must be no one," William, the fourteen year old brother, laughed as the three continued to walk.
"Stop it guys," The boy was on the brink of tears. "You've been doing this for almost two months now… It's not nice,"
The three brothers kept laughing as they walked down the corridor and out of sight. Hans, the twelve year old boy, felt the tears burning in his eyes. He turned to go to the balcony that was just down the hall to see his oldest brother, Vincent, standing there. He looked every bit a king at twenty four years old, with his strong jaw line and smart black hair. He stared at Hans with pity.
"Oh Hans," He sighed, laughing slightly as he did. "If only there was someone out there who loves you."
Vincent turned and walked through the big oak doors to their parents room, leaving Hans stood in the dark corridor by himself with the first tear slowly falling down his cheek.
Hans ran to the tallest room in the tallest tower in the castle where he lived. He opened the doors and walked onto the balcony, flipping his legs of the side so that he was facing the stars perfectly. Each one gleamed in their own way.
"A place of their own" He thought. Hans made himself a mental note that he would find a place of HIS own, somewhere where he would shine brighter than any star and maybe, finally, be happy.