Day 2 - Brothers
Hans's POV
Being locked up in a cell for the rest of his life gave him more than enough time to contemplate the things he did with the active part of it. Most of the time being linked back to his lonely, ignored, desolate childhood. Dwelling on that matter, a certain flashback, literally, flashed through his mind.
Flashback
Clutching a few toys to his chest, Hans walked slowly to the meeting room, where his eldest brothers worked. Hoping they could spare some time, he crept down the corridor. If he was caught by his father, Hans would receive a thorough lecture and a sorrowful gaze from his mother. Not that he minded the lecturing; at least they paid more attention to him during that period of time.
Sliding the door open a tiny bit, a scene unfolded before him. Piles and piles of paper were stacked on the desk, hiding most of his brother that was currently sitting down, frantically writing on the desk. The only part that told Hans that it was his brother was his hair bobbing up and down as he refilled the ink to his quill. To the right, another one of his brothers were pacing back and forth, eyebrows scrunched up together, muttering incoherent phrases to himself.
He saw the twins, slightly taken aback by their serious expressions, reading what looked like a formal letter from another kingdom. Noting that his 9 other brothers weren't in the room, he stepped in. Coughing lightly to catch their expression, Hans tried to look as tall as he could. But, under his brother's gaze, he shrunk. Taking a deep breath, he said,
"Uhh, would you like to play with me or something?" Maybe Trojans or... umm"
Feeling all his energy ebb away from him, he muttered, mostly to himself,
"Maybe another time then..."
Dejectedly, he made his way towards his room, trying to hold back his tears. Princes should not cry, that was father's first rule. Hands balling up into fists, he ran, blindly, up the first flight of stairs and hid behind some curtains.
Clutching the curtain's hem, he held them close to his ears, as if to prevent himself from hearing something he shouldn't. A thought echoed his mind,
"They don't want to play with you, they don't like you, why do you even care?"
End of Flashback
"Why do you even care?" Hans whispered as he held his hand out. Perhaps if they hadn't been ignored all his life, perhaps if they gave him even a little bit of their attention, he may not have been thrown in this cell. Perhaps if he was an only child, none of this would have happened at all...
Slightly longer than my first chapter! Please read and review, I need some ideas on how to make my work better. :3