Warning: For those who dislike bullying this is a chapter about it, you have been warned. Also apology in advance for those who happen to be Hans fans.

Once out of the range of Elisa's room Hans stopped to gaze out a window, watching the everlasting night sky and its cloak of shimmering stars glitter under the moonlight. Just when he started to feel better foot steps could be heard and came to a halt near him, it didn't took him long to realize who they belong to as he turned with a sigh to look at three out of his twelve older brothers.

"Sniff, sniff. Did you smell anything Alexander?" Viktor, Han's second older brother would remarked to Alexander, his fifth brother, speaking in a way as if he can't see Hans right there.

"Sniff, now that you mentioned it. Something really stinks here." And he looked left and right with his hand above his brows, as if searching for the source even though they knew it was from Hans who manage to wash the manure off but the smell still lingers.

Grant, his ninth brother would go, "What smell?" which made Alexander step on his foot, drilling the hint into his pea sized brain with the sudden pain, "Ow! I mean oh, ooh yes the smell, god that is awful." Waving his hand to ward off the smell before he pinches his own nose, "perhaps the servants just came by with dirty chamber pots."

And just when Hans had about enough and was about to waltz pass them just like the ghost they're pretending they can't see Viktor put a hand on his shoulder and shoved Hans off his balance and onto the hard castle floor, Hans's eyes look as if he's trying to burn a hole through Viktor as he continue his little 'mischievous fun', "Oh look, I found the source. It's the stable boy."

"Don't you mean manure boy?" Alexander joined in, suddenly having the ability to see too.

"Chamber pot boy sounds better, hehehe…" Grant added with his stupid tone, looking like some dumb gorilla with all muscles and no brains.

"What do you want-t…" Hans tried to shout back but before he could even finish his sentence Viktor kicked Hans in the gut, leaving him coughing and curled over.

Grabbing a fistful of his hair Viktor forced Hans to look up and Hans only looked even more angrily at Viktor as he continue to spat insults at him, "Is that how you address your Princes, stable boy?" using the other hand to tap Hans cheek which only got harder and harder, almost like a slap before he stop to continue speaking, "Well? Answer me."

Hans of course refuses to answer back, not when he was being called stable boy and everything else with it. And that earn him another round of beating as Viktor throw his head in an attempt to make him hurt himself on the stone castle floor but Hans stopped it with his hands so Viktor kicked him again and again. When Hans finally tried to stop his leg that was when Grant started helping, pinning his arms behind his back so that he ended up in a position he can't fight back and on his knees.

Alexander not helping Hans at all looked at Viktor's boot and exclaimed dramatically, "Oh my goodness, the manure boy has made your boot all dirty… tsk tsk…"

Viktor looked at his boot and indeed it was a little dirty, not from any manure but Hans's blood when his kicking caused a cut on his lip. Putting the dirty boot leg out Viktor spoke in a commanding voice, "Lick it clean." Which only made Hans retaliate back with a rain of vulgarity, that was enough to make Viktor snap his fingers and Grant pushed Hans face into Viktor's boot and cleaning it with his cheek, like it or not. Of course it doesn't help it any better but once Viktor thinks it's enough he gave the motion for Grant to stop and Hans finally stop polishing his boot with his face.

The humiliation didn't just stop with just Alexander laughing away at Hans's pathetic state, Viktor then proceed to stepping on Hans's head, making him kiss the cold castle floor as he spoke to him with a tone as if he was speaking to a mere beast, "Next time if you're thinking about skipping your duties again stable boy, let this be a reminder." And that was when the three brothers finally left Hans alone, still curled on the cold hard floor, pounding his fist out of frustrations at the floor when their laughter are out of ears range.