,The king is dead! Long live the King!", the guards calls echo through the hallway. Francis doesn't even notice how his hands shake slightly. Only one thought is running through his mind. He killed him. He killed his own father. What a monster he is. How could he do this? How should he live with himself? Knowing what he had done...

Suddently a figure infront of him appeares and Francis forces himself to look up. As his eyes reconisie the person infront of him he almost feels relieved. For a second he feels like everythig would be ok. But then he relaises that he not only killed his father but his brothers as well. As Bash comes to a halt infront of him he sees a little sigh comming from his lips. He himself also comes to a halt and looks at his brother. But Bash wasn't the kings Bastard son anymore. He is the kings Bastard brother. Francis isn't sure if that was better or worse. He feels numb. He had killed his father. Mad or not it was still his father. And the King as well. He was pullen out of his thoughts as Bash slowly lowers himself to bow infront of Francis. No. No this isn't right. Runs through his mind as he walks quickly up to his brother to pull him up and wrap his arms around him. For a second Bash seems to be surprised but then lays his arms around Francis as well and holds him. For a moment this is all that he needs. He just needs his older brother to hold him. Slowly he burries his face in Bashs shirt and tears are running down his cheeks. He isn't ready. He doesn't want any of this... But Bash holds him. Bash would always hold him... right? Even after what he just did...?

After a while of them just standing there, breaks Bash slowly the hug and Francis immediately feels cold without his brothers arm around him. He felt so save next to Bash. Bash himself takes a look at Francis for a moment. ,Maybe we should go somewhere more private?", asks Bash then knowing that the guards are listening to every word spoken. Francis nods slowly. Yeah that might be a good Idea. Francis sees how Bash tries his best to give him a reassuring smile. It doesn't really work but Francis appreciates his brothers tries. He notices how Bash tries to hold himself together for Francis. Another thing he is sorry for. Bash lays an arm around Francis' shoulders and slowly guides him out of the hallway into a separate room.

As they arrive in the room Bash takes another look at Francis. A better one he'd say. Francis looks, in the nicest way possible, horriable. Bash slowly pulls his arm away from his brother and just looks at him. His hands are shaking and he looks so broken. So terrible broken. ,

,I'm so sorry. Bash I'm so sorry...", mumbles Francis suddently pulling his arms around his own torso. Bash raises an eyebrow in confusion. ,What are you sorry for?", he asks quietly but it seems as if Francis doesn't even hear him which worries Bash just a bit. Of cause he is mourning but why would be apologize? ,May god forgive me... I'm so sorry...!", Francis continues to mumble over and over again. Bash eyes him now definitely worried. This doesn't seem like Francis at all. For a split second he is scared his brother may has gone mad as well. ,Francis what is wrong?", he asks again but again he receives the same answer then before. Francis continues to mumbles how sorry he is for quiet some time before Bashhas enough. Carefully places Bash a hand on Francis' shoulder and pulls him with that out of his mumbles. ,Francis what are you sorry for?", he carefully repeastes and watches his brother closly. Francis suddently can't meet his eyes anymore and takes a hood look at the carpet. ,I killed him...", the younger one whispers and Bash looks at him in disbelive. ,What?", he asks. He needs to hear Francis saying this again befor he can belive it. Francis meets his for a second and Bash can read so much guilt in them. ,I killed father. I... I killed him.", he whispers but louder this time before starts to sob again. Bash is taken back by that. Francis, his little brother, had killed their father. He swallows hard as he feels a lump forming in his throat. And without a second thought he pulls Francis into another tight hug. He should be mad, angry and hurt that his brother killed their father but somehow he can't bring himself to feel so.

,I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have done it. I just didn't see another way. He was threatening all of us. Not only France and our people, but especially everyone I hold dear. I couldn't let him do so. He tried to kill you Bash. I just... But mad or not he is our father. I... I shouldn't have done it. Oh god I killed father. Bash I understand that you hate me but I am so sorry. I am so terrible sorry.", rants Francis into the hug. Bash says nothing at first. He is to much in a shock himself and he wants Francis to let anything out. He just holds him. It's the only thing he can do. It's like a instinct, he has never done anything else then protecting his brother. He carefully goes through what to say in his head before he starts talking. ,I don't hate you Francis.", he whispers. He has so much more to say but right now its exactly that what Francis needs to hear. Francis breaks their hug to look at Bash in confusion. ,How? How can't you? Didn't you hear what I did?", he asks and he looks so guilty that even if he wanted to Bash couldn't be mad at Francis. ,Because I would have done the same. He wasn't only a threat to us but to all of France Francis. We don't know how much more damage his madness could have caused. You did the right thing for France little brother.", Bash whispers back reassuring and lays an Hand on Francis shoulder. Francis shakes head slightly. ,How can you say that? I killed our father...", he mumbles and looks at Bash as if he knew all the answers in the universe. Bash let out a sigh. ,Because I belive what I say. In my eyes you did the only logical thing to stop this madness. No matter how much it causes us pain, at the end this wasn't our father anymore. This wasn't the man we loved anymore.", Explains Bash and hopes to get through to his brother. It takes a while for Francis to react before he slowly nods. ,I... I suppose your right.", he whispers and Bash pats him on the shoulder.

,I know... Now I think there are some people waiting to talk to you your Majesty.", says Bash attempting to joke what, to his surprise, even slightly works. Though the smile not quiet reaches his eyes it's a start. ,Please don't call me that Bash. At least not when we're alone or around friends.", says Francis now with a slight smile himself causing Bash to smile. Thats a high compliment from a King. Francis quickly tries to fix his hair and is on his way to the door before Bash stops him. ,You're not going out like this. You don't want them ti see that you cried.", says Bash quickly causing Francis to look at him confused. ,My father just died... Shouldn't I look like I'm mourning?", he asks rather confused. Bash can understand the confusion and just smiles slightly. ,Not in politics. Come one lets wash your face and get you ready.", he answers with a sigh and ruffles though his brothers hair. Finally there is a real smile on Francis face. Even a slight laugh. ,Well you should maybe wash yourself as well brother.", answers Francis with a smirk which turns into a little chuckle as he sees Bash confused face. ,You should maybe look into a mirror.", adds Francis and pats Bashs back. For another moment he looks at Francis confused before he turns to nearest mirror. Well now he understands what Francis means. He looks rather horriable. His face is still a little dusty as a reminder of what he had been doing before hearing the news of his fathers death. Though you can see his tear traces. Also his eyes look red and puffy causing him to look like a wreck.

,Well for what do I even need to clean up?", asks Bash with a little chuckle pulling his hair back. Francis rolls his eyes with a slight smile. ,First cause this is no way to look at court and second cause I can't present you like this.", answers Francis, causing Bash to look at him in confusion again. ,Why would you want me to present?", he asks in honest confusion and frowns at his brother. ,Cause I need to present my adviser?", says Francis with a little smile but also confused. Like he couldn't understand Bashs confusion. Bash can't help but look surprised and a warm feeling wraps itself around him. Francis wants him as his adviser? Him? First he has a little conflict with himself before his curiosity wins over. ,You want me as your adviser?", asks Bash in a whisper and in pure disbelive. Francis eyes wide slightly. ,Of cause I do. Why shouldn't I?", asks Francis back and Bash relaises that Francis truly does not understand why Bash does not understand. ,Well... I'm just you're Bastard Brother... They're more qualifiziert men in France for this Job.", explains Bash and rubs the back of his head slightly. He hates calling himself Bastard but its the best way to explain all this to Francis. Francis face turns suddently very soft and he takes a step closer to Bash.

,Bash now you need to listen to me for once. For me you are not my bastard brother. You are my brother and my closest ally. The person I trust the most. And we both now that I value your opinion above everyone elses. I couldn't imagin anyone else as my adviser. You've been it my whole life.", answers Francis and while talking he has laid his hands on Bashs shoulders. Bash is almost in tears again. He supposes that this is because he is very emotional because of their fathers death already. But deep down he knows that he just never heard such kindniss from everyone, let alone anyone at court. ,Thank you little brother...", he whispers and pulls him in another short hug. He can't recall the last time they hugged this much. Let alone the one hug they had early was more then they had the last few months. ,I thought you knew big brother.", answered Francis in a whisper and by the sound of his voice knew Bash that he was honest. Maybe... just maybe their fathers death would bring the two of them closer together again.

For a moment they continue to hold each other close before Bash breaks the hug. ,Well lets get you ready, your Majesty.", says Bash with a little smile and opens the door. In return he gets a eye rolling from his brother but he smiles at him foundly.