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Ten years. Hope never thought that she would ever be in long marriage that lasted over a decade, with a man she adored and children she helped to raise into adulthood. When she was literally selling her body on the street, she hardly knew if she was going to survive the winter, let along find a man she loved. So, as sad as she was to watch her children grow up and start lives of their own, she knew how lucky to be where she was and have a life so... full of happiness.
Currently, the woman was sat watching her youngest son train, sitting at the table outside with a cup of tea and happily shouting praise at him everytime he took out a man double his size. Anders was her youngest; she was going to take any opportunity to watch him succeed. Alfred wasn't living at home and hadn't done in years, and Avery had moved out just two years ago. Despite the girl's claims that she would never fall in love, she did just that, deciding that she wanted to be with Filipe in his kingdom. Hope didn't really want anymore of her children flying the nest yet, hence why she spent so much time dedicated to supporting them - she hoped it would keep them around longer.
She spent so much time with Anders for other reasons, too. She loved him and she loved Dax, but she thought they were too close. When she found out they shared a bed, she grew concerned. It wasn't normal for teenage brothers to do that. It was cute when they were children, but as young men? It was... strange. She didn't like it, but last time she brought it up, Dax had snapped angrily at her to mind her 'goddamn business'.
Because, these days, Dax talked. He'd broken out of his silence when he realised he needed to be vocal if he wanted to be King. Since then, he'd spoken, but sometimes Hope wished he didn't. Dax was something of a rebel; he broke ancient traditions constantly. He didn't wear the traditional kimonos, he cut his hair short, he swore in meetings he attended... but Hope comforted her husband by at least telling him Dax was well-behaved, loving and respectful. He might swear and he might have an attitude sometimes, but he loved his parents and clearly had passion.
She just didn't realise that her son was also a manipulative piece of shit who would do anything for power. He bribed other royals by discovering any secrets they had and, if they didn't offer support and money to him and his brother, he'd expose them. He was sneaky rather than unsubtle, and it clearly worked in his favour - every royal that visited often praised him, fearing him and his threats that much. He'd even threatened Alfred and Incy when they visited, blackmailing their support by threatening to reveal the secrets they had. He did care for his family-- but he cared about Anders more than anyone else.
It was why he too was sat out, watching the younger boy with a grin on his face. Their relationship as brothers was definitely... complex. They held hands, they shared a bed, they only ever seemed to be around one another. Hope clearly had reasons to be concerned.
"...Everyone's coming back today," began Hope to her sons, smoothing her kimono down happily. "You know, Ally and Incy; Avery and Filipe. "So I hope you two are at least a little social and talk to other people besides yourselves. Honestly--"
"What have I told you about minding your business, Mom? Anders is my best friend as well as my little, baby brother," cooed Dax the 6'4" older brother smirking at the rabbit playfully, going as far as to wink at him. Stretching out his arms, the boy got to his feet with a heavy yawn. "Why do they have to come and visit? I don't give a shit about the rough sex Ally's constantly bragging about, or the fact Avery's written some new poetry with her husband. I don't care."
Currently, the woman was sat watching her youngest son train, sitting at the table outside with a cup of tea and happily shouting praise at him everytime he took out a man double his size. Anders was her youngest; she was going to take any opportunity to watch him succeed. Alfred wasn't living at home and hadn't done in years, and Avery had moved out just two years ago. Despite the girl's claims that she would never fall in love, she did just that, deciding that she wanted to be with Filipe in his kingdom. Hope didn't really want anymore of her children flying the nest yet, hence why she spent so much time dedicated to supporting them - she hoped it would keep them around longer.
She spent so much time with Anders for other reasons, too. She loved him and she loved Dax, but she thought they were too close. When she found out they shared a bed, she grew concerned. It wasn't normal for teenage brothers to do that. It was cute when they were children, but as young men? It was... strange. She didn't like it, but last time she brought it up, Dax had snapped angrily at her to mind her 'goddamn business'.
Because, these days, Dax talked. He'd broken out of his silence when he realised he needed to be vocal if he wanted to be King. Since then, he'd spoken, but sometimes Hope wished he didn't. Dax was something of a rebel; he broke ancient traditions constantly. He didn't wear the traditional kimonos, he cut his hair short, he swore in meetings he attended... but Hope comforted her husband by at least telling him Dax was well-behaved, loving and respectful. He might swear and he might have an attitude sometimes, but he loved his parents and clearly had passion.
She just didn't realise that her son was also a manipulative piece of shit who would do anything for power. He bribed other royals by discovering any secrets they had and, if they didn't offer support and money to him and his brother, he'd expose them. He was sneaky rather than unsubtle, and it clearly worked in his favour - every royal that visited often praised him, fearing him and his threats that much. He'd even threatened Alfred and Incy when they visited, blackmailing their support by threatening to reveal the secrets they had. He did care for his family-- but he cared about Anders more than anyone else.
It was why he too was sat out, watching the younger boy with a grin on his face. Their relationship as brothers was definitely... complex. They held hands, they shared a bed, they only ever seemed to be around one another. Hope clearly had reasons to be concerned.
"...Everyone's coming back today," began Hope to her sons, smoothing her kimono down happily. "You know, Ally and Incy; Avery and Filipe. "So I hope you two are at least a little social and talk to other people besides yourselves. Honestly--"
"What have I told you about minding your business, Mom? Anders is my best friend as well as my little, baby brother," cooed Dax the 6'4" older brother smirking at the rabbit playfully, going as far as to wink at him. Stretching out his arms, the boy got to his feet with a heavy yawn. "Why do they have to come and visit? I don't give a shit about the rough sex Ally's constantly bragging about, or the fact Avery's written some new poetry with her husband. I don't care."