A/N: Hey! I'm so excited to be back! I've been working on my outline during my hiatus. Some of you know, I lost the original, but this story will be as juicy as ever! I'm kind of hyper now so... This is an adjustment chapter. This is sadly shorter. The font will be different till I can properly edit it on a computer.

How is Ahiru getting alone as a normal person? Also, I added a flashback till the next chapter is finished, which is all jumbled right now. So hang in there, guys!

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I stood by the window as Miss Eidel scurried around the table, placing down plates of potatoes and beef, "I will be gone til evening." I only nodded to her as my attention went back to the curtain.

I brushed it away slightly, catching a small glimpse of Ahiru and Uzura sitting on the porch. Ahiru lightly tapped on Uzura's drum. Her pinkish lips slowly began to pronounce words as she lightly tapped on the toy. She then gave the drumsticks back to the four year old girl.

"Make sure Uzura stays near the house. She is always scaring the neighbors cat away." Uzura yanked the drum sticks from her hands as she began to beat on the drum aggressively. Ahiru held her hands out, trying to get the girl to calm down. The little girls smile grew as she banged faster onto her drum as the red head sighed.

She had changed her look recently to avoid any detection from anyone who possibly heard of her. Her bangs were brushed from her face and the short waves pulled back into a tight bun. A yellow headband adorned her head, keeping it all in place.

She appeared older and smaller now that her biggest characteristic was hidden with a small pin.

"Fakir."

I jumped at the firm voice and turned back to Miss Eidel. She placed her small hands on her hips, "Did you hear me?" I stepped away from the window, "I was... Uh." After thinking a moment, I could only shrug. I hadn't realized I drifted off from the conversation. That I had no valid excuse or explanation for it.

She only smiled sweetly at me and continued as if nothing happened, "As I was saying... This plate is for Autor. I know he is still asleep, but I still left a place for him at the table." Her small fingers stroked the brim of one of the plates. Autor had worked the night shift at the book store doing inventory. We had enough to take in Ahiru, but the days walking here and back where beginning to affect us financially. "I am not sure about dinner, One of you boys might have to handle it. Ahiru does not know of such things."

The worried look appeared on her face as she went to scurry across the room to our pantry. She began to sort out containers, "Ill just set some things out for you."

I only chuckled, "I'm pretty sure it's not that hard to run a household. Go. Before that man with the piss smelling perfume gets your spot."

Miss Eidel nodded, rushing towards the front door. I stood back and watched as she knelt down to her child, kissing her on the head. Uzura paid no mind to her mother and continued to bang on her toy. I couldn't help but glance at Ahiru. A sad look on her face as the mother kissed her child before leaving with her music box.

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I sat on the steps of the three thrones. The doctor had bandaged my neck for me late in the night. Siegfried sat on my left side, his finger slowly going towards my neck. Barely touching it.

I could on wince in pain as he found the cut. He pulled away quickly and went back to sitting close to me. He was awfully quiet since everything happened. As I laid in the hospital wing, Siegfried ran into my room. Crying. He flung himself on me and hadn't left my side since then.

I had not bothered looking up from the red carpet. It had all felt like my fault. Like every I had done seemed to be my fault and each thing was intentional. Mommy had only tried to protect me. I was in trouble and should have just stayed in bed that night. But how could I have known?

"Mytho." I slowly turned toward my Grandfather, who sat in his throne. His shoulders were slouched. His large brown - red eyes looked up to me slowly. "Come." He held out his spotted covered hands to me. I looked at Siegfried. There were circles under his eyes. His face expressionless.

We both stood and approached him.

Grandfather put his hands on my shoulders, "We will all mourn last night as soon as this day is thriugh." I could only nod. I knew a ceremony was being placed for my mother and the country would mourn for our mother.

Suddenly the doors flew open. The guards struggled to drag our father into the room. The advisors slowly stood, bowing their heads as they flew past them. Grandfather placed me on his left side and Siegfried on the right. Standing in front of the other thrones.

"Crown Prince Hugo. Heir to my throne. My only son. You are accused of murdering your wife, Marcella, Crown Princess of Asandria and mother of your children. One of which you attempted to kill last night." I looked down quickly, not wanting to look at him. I stood closer to Grandfather, reaching for his hand. His slender, boney fingers held mine. I couldn't help but notice they were trembling.

"You have destroyed our alliance with our neighboring country by killing their Princess... Explain yourself." I did not want to look at him, but I did so. Foolishly. I quickly glanced at him, but his eyes were looking at me. His red - brown eyes terrified me.

His clothes were askew, stained with my mothers blood. His thick eyebrows bunched together. I have never seen him look so angry before. "He is still alive. I had thought the blade went deep enough." He tried to pull away from the guards, "He should have died as a babe." He looked around the room and glanced at the advisors.

"He grows stronger each day and one day will he will take my son's title." My father shook, the chains that bound him clanked, "Have you all gone mad?! He is a pathetic and sickly child! My wife died because of him! It is the only way to protect our name. History will repeat itself-"

"Enough! You will have no name." My Grandfather stood from his throne. I stepped slightly away from him as his body trembled and he roared his next command, "Sound the bells!" My heart sank. I looked at Siegfried, whose large eyes were stuck on mine. We knew the bells were sounded when a strong punishment was about to pass. Some have considered some punishments worse than death.

Moments later, the bells began. This was nothing like a church bell, bringing it's flock together. This was like the drums of war. The strong deep drums that would make the enemies heart sink with every sound they made.

"Hugo, you are stripped of all your titles and of my family name. You will be banished from my lands from this day forth until your death to the lands of Asandria. That is where Marcella's father will past his punishment upon you."

"But Father! -" My Grandfather held up his hand. Silencing him with the gesture.

"Siegfried will become my heir and successor as he was born first. Along with Mytho, who will sit on the second throne." He gestured both of us to sit at the chairs we were placed at before. I complied, plopping on the seat.

"You are no son of mine. You have a sickness in you... This is a crime. Frowned on by our God. You will be judged!"

He sat back down and with a flick of his wrist, the guards began to drag him away. I felt tears burn my eyes as I leaned back in the throne. This was the last time ill ever see Daddy. My father thrashed, screaming his heart out. He was dragged away, cursing my name and pleading for his son. The public, summoned by the bells, will watch my father being dragged from the Imperial City.

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