An orange weasel stood on the balcony, looking out over his many admirers. He smirked, hearing them yell his name.
His voice rang out above the crowd's silencing them.
His fingers twirled a ribbon around that hung from his clothing. The blue, silk-like cloth folded in several places among his body, then ended at his knees. He wore a pair of pants that were the same color as the clothing on his upper body.
One thing that really stood out among the weasel was the golden crown that signified that he was the prince.
The prince of Soleanna.
As the prince made promises to the people that would probably turn out to be fake, a gray and teal striped hedgehog stood behind the curtain that hung in the doorway of the balcony.
He wore less royal looking clothing, some parts of it being ripped and faded.
He wasn't a prince, having not been biologically born to Solaris, the queen.
Instead he was adopted into the family.
The orange weasel was the one that had begged for him to stay with the family when he had been younger. He had found him rummaging through the garbage outside of the royal family's house and had prevented his mother from throwing him into the dungeon.
From the way that the weasel acted towards the hedgehog now, you wouldn't be able to even remotely guess that he had wanted the other to stay. He frequently stole things from the hedgehog.
This included a few things that the hedgehog had hung onto to remember his real family.
Like a pure green diamond shaped gem that his father had given him.
The orange weasel had pilfered it when the hedgehog was sleeping; hiding it within a set of clothes he hardly wore so if he was ever suspected of stealing it, it wouldn't be found.
The hedgehog had freaked when he discovered it wasn't in his quills the next morning but never told anyone.
The queen had wondered why the other had been pacing around the house, always looking under the furniture.
As the weasel's speech came to an end, the hedgehog began to walk down the stairs of the balcony so he wouldn't be seen by the weasel.
However he felt a pair of hands stop him in his tracks.
"I told you not to come, didn't I?" The weasel growled.
The hedgehog's green eyes wondered to the step he was standing on. "Why can't I watch my brother at his speech?" He said under his breath.
The weasel laughed. "Brother? You know as well as I do that you're an outcast to this family, the royal 'flame' color doesn't come anywhere close to your pathetic gray color."
He said, pulling out a bit of the other's fur with his fingers. "And the clump of quills you threaten everything with doesn't either. We have claws to protect us, not wimpy little spikes."
The hedgehog blinked, biting his lip a bit. "…Then why did you prevent me from being thrown in the dungeon?" He asked, glaring a bit at the other.
The weasel chuckled. "I wasn't aware of my royal heritage back then. Believe me, I'm actually thinking of seeing if my mother would throw you into the dungeon to rot."
The hedgehog's eyes widened then turned into a glare. "You wouldn't…You're bluffing." He growled, feeling his quills rise a bit.
The weasel laughed. "I only lie when I make promises to those peasants." He said, pushing the other a bit.
The hedgehog's eyes widened, losing his balance on the step. He nearly tumbled down the stairs before the weasel's grip kept him from making the first impact with the stairs.
He turned his head a bit, blinking.
Then the weasel let go of his shoulder, letting the other tumble. The hedgehog had curled up a bit, not sustaining any serious injuries from the fall. A few of his quills were bent and broken by the time he reached the bottom of the stairs.
He looked back up at his 'brother', blinking.
The weasel was walking calmly down the stairs.
The gray one stood up, running off into the doorway that was at the base of the stairs. He ran through a corridor, reaching a large and nearly empty room. The marble columns forming a circle supported the roof that covered the room.
He panted a bit from running but ran across the room into a smaller hall. He sighed, going into a small room that acted as his own room in the family.
This was more or less a closet in terms of size.
He closed the door, sighing again.
"Iblis…what happened to you…?" He muttered, looking at the floor.