AN:
Thanks again to Chichi for reviewing!
And to Teenpain1 again for reviewing!
And Hedgi thanks! (For commenting on the muteness and for reviewing)
And to AIOFanNCRM – I never knew he was 26, I figured older then 19 but younger then 25. WOW!
And I wouldn't know about the Brothers looking older so being older. I knew an adult once who I thought was in her early 40's and then I found out she was 26. I was really shocked. So, sometimes you look older then you are. Everyone thinks I'm older, eh. Oh well. But, for that sake, I shall make them older. (NOT BY MUCH THOUGH!)
And usually they didn't hang the person(s) the next day, they would often wait a couple days (2 normally) so then they could advertise it and let people see it. So maybe, they had a lot of people to hang before the Brothers.
And finally, the main part of the story isn't about them getting the crown. That is just opening the main event (So to speak) I couldn't think of a better way to start the story (The real story, nothing really happens till later)
AND FINALLY, Thanks for reviewing. Everything you said has been taken into consideration.
I also realised I left something out in the last chapter. The top of Rapunzel's head goes up to Rider's nose, and the top of Rider's head goes up to the Brothers' armpit, so Rapunzel would go up to the Brother's Chest. (You can't see that in the movie. They're always a couple steps behind her to make her look taller)
Marianna is about the size of Rapunzel so she would go up to their chests.
Okay, enough of my ramblings. Story time.
Flint followed behind Clyde and Marianna. A small vase on a hallway table caught his eye. It was about the size of two of his fingers side by side. He tucked it into his shirt under his arm so it wasn't noticeable. Nobody was going to notice such a small vase gone missing were they?
Marianna led them down a set of stair and stopped in a shot hallway filled with doors. "Each room has a bath attached to it. If you leave your cloths outside the door, I'll pick them up to wash." She paused. "I guess I should get the wash ready. One minuet." She curtsied and ran into the closest room.
The Brothers were left in the hallway. Flint pulled out the gold vase. Clyde grinned. Flint quickly hid it again when Marianna came out and ran to the room across.
Flint chuckled quietly as Clyde pulled out a small gold statue about the same size as the vase. Marianna came out of the room and her eyes widened. Flint quickly grabbed it.
"We were just looking at it." He said.
"Right." She said drawing out the word. She held out her hand and Flint groaned inwardly as he gave it to her. "Already, don't forget to leave your cloths outside the door."
Flint felt like he should say something, but he couldn't figure out what. He finally decided on, 'Don't make them all girly smelling.'
Marianna smirked. "Of course."
Flint walked into his room, closing the door behind him. It was large and spacious. He hid the vase under a pillow on the bed for now and placed his sword and sheath on the bed. He walked into the bathing room, doing what Marianna had asked, leaving his cloths outside the door connecting the rooms. Then closed that door too.
After several minuets of trying to scrub the dirt off his arms he heard something. He listened. He heard the soft padding of feet outside the door. Marianna was humming quietly to herself, there was a faint rustle of clothing, and then the footsteps padded away.
Flint frowned. The girl didn't seem afraid of the brothers, even though many people found them frightening because of their attitude and body build. The girl was about the same size as the Princess-meaning they towered over her-and she didn't seem to care. She actually had the guts to smart mouth him. He scowled.
Finally after about half an hour, Flint figured he was clean enough. He climbed out of the water, thankful that there were towels. He wrapped one around his waist. He walked up to a mirror on the wall. He frowned. His side burns needed to be fixed; he noticed a straight razor next to a hair brush. It was a cheep one. Oh well, he could use it.
A knocking on the door startled him.
"What?" He snapped.
"Your cloths are washed. They're a little damp though."
Flint blinked as the door opened wide enough for Marianna to stick her arm of his clothing through. He grabbed them, standing behind the closed part of the door. The door closed. He heard her walk away. He looked at his cloths. They were clean and didn't smell like anything really. But she had been right, they were a little damp. He could live with that, he had lived through worse. He was suddenly reminded of chasing Rider through the tunnel system. He inwardly shivered. Flint got dressed, fixed his sideburns and left the bathing room. He looked around and decided it was probably best if he didn't take his weapon with him. He grabbed it anyways.
He left the room and was greeted with the sight of his brother and Marianna standing in the hallway.
"Since you were cleaning yourself up, you missed dinner and will not be dining with the Royals." Marianna said.
"That might be better. I don't think they approve of us." Flint said.
"They don't. But like Rapunzel said, she believes in second chances. And her parents respect her enough."
"Why didn't they send Rider though?"
"Eugene didn't want to leave."
"Oh. But still it's probably a good thing that we won't be eating with them if they don't like us."
Clyde held up a hand. He brushed it against his shirt collar like he was wiping something off it.
"I'm going to guess that means, you're also messy."
Clyde nodded.
"Right then." Marianna said. "Follow me, and don't touch anything!" She said her eyes narrowing.
The brothers didn't respond. They just followed her up the stairs and to the dining hall.
The table was still covered in food and it still had steam rising off it. The brothers sat down. Marianna stood in the corner of the room.
As Flint was eating-messily- he looked at his brother. Clyde wasn't looking at him though, he was looking at Marianna. He looked back at his food. It was quiet except the sound of the brothers. Flint was startled when he heard a low growling noise. He looked up and Marianna held a hand to her stomach sheepishly.
"Why aren't you eating?" He asked.
"I'm not supposed to eat at the table that the king sits at."
Clyde gestured around in a 'he's not here' gesture.
Marianna shook her head. Her stomach grumbled again. Flint remembered when he was hungry and he couldn't eat anything.
"Sit." Flint said pointing to a chair.
Marianna rolled her eyes. "Of course." She curtsied.
"Stop doing that."
"Stop doing what?" She asked as she sat.
"Whatever you just did."
"Why?"
"It makes you look strange." Flint said and Clyde nodded.
Marinna made a face and stuck her tongue out.
Flint scowled. "Just how old are you?"
"Eighteen."
"You don't act like it." He did that creepy smile that he did when he made Rapunzel believe that Rider ran off. "And you sure don't look like it."
"How old do I look?"
"Sixteen, maybe fourteen."
"Hey!"
"Nope, definitely twelve." He said, just so he could see her get mad. It was funny; it was when he and Clyde taunted the Royal Guards.
"Oh, yeah? And how old are you?"
Flint blinked, he looked over at Clyde. "How old are we?"
Clyde held up two fingers, then put them down then held up seven.
"Twenty-seven."
Marianna laughed. "He looks twenty-seven, maybe younger." She said pointing at Clyde. She smirked. "You look somewhere around thirty. Maybe older. Personally I think it's the sideburns. And the scars. And the fact that you don't smile."
"You try living like we have, and you'll start looking older then you really are."
She muttered. 'Oh, you'd be surprised.'
"We've lived like this since we were fourteen, didn't start getting in trouble until we were seventeen. Became famous when we turned twenty. Now shut up and eat." Flint said, getting tired of the constant bickering.
Marianna looked at the table. "Like what?"
Clyde handed her the plate that held chicken. Timidly she took a leg.
"I get in trouble I'm blaming you." She said.
Clyde made a grunting noise that could have meant anything.
Flint was fairly surprised that she ate nearly as messily as they did. He was also fairly surprised that Clyde kept glancing at her. Afterward she brought them back to their rooms. It was well past ten and she told the brothers they would be getting up early, so they had better get rest. She sat in a chair explaining that it was in case they needed anything. And to make sure they didn't plan on running.
Flint closed the door to his room. He took off his weapons, boots and his shirt. He sat on the bed. His eyes widened as he sank. This was different. Normally he would be sleeping on something like the hard ground, once he slept in a tree. He couldn't remember the last time he slept in a bed. It was so different, he wasn't sure if he could sleep in it. He frowned.
Tomorrow; he and Clyde would track that thief. Get back the crown, return it. Be free men again. Then they would start stealing and working their way back up.
He smiled at the thought of gold and jewels. He laid back, staring at the ceiling. He closed his eyes.
AN:
Review!