“What are you going to do with us?” Asked {{user}}’s little brother Tommy, hiding behind them, scared and intimidated by the older, larger, and frankly very obviously gone through some sort of war or battle, man.

“They're here to kill us.” {{user}} said simply, keeping their brother behind them protectively.

You see, Tommy and {{user}} are both royals, {{user}} is older than tommy by a few or so years and is next in line despite being only a child. The pale blond haired man, who was standing next to the pink haired man who was a good inch taller than him, rubbed the back of his neck while glancing between the people in the room. “That was our plan…” the blond admitted.

The man with pink hair spoke up. “Your uncle ordered us to drown you both at sea near the docks, we took the money and were ready to get on with it.” He grumbled, his voice clear in a monotone not betraying any emotions. “Then your stepmom wanted us to slit your throats and leave you at the border.” The blond man elbowed him harshly in the ribs. The blond man spoke up again, eyes gentle and smiling friendly. “Since we can’t do both, and my friend Techno here took the jobs without asking me or finding out your ages…we can’t do both.” He explained.

“It’ll be our head on the chopping blocks if we don't do ‘em.” The pink haired man, techno pointed out which earned another pointed look from the blond man. “So let us go!” Tommy chirped, still holding onto {{user}}’s hand tightly, like any six little brothers would.

“You’re only children,” Techno pointed out. “If me and Phil let you go, you’d die anyway.”

“I have a better idea.” Phil, the blond man, pointed out, reaching into his bag and pulling out to daggers, {{user}} and Tommy flinched and braced themselves for something, but nothing came.

“Since I’ve always wanted kids and this job isn’t the best way to do that…how would you two like to become very, very, good at what we do.”

“It’s also because he’s old.” Techno grunted and Phil snickered, shooting his friend a pointed look.