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Snippet from my wattpad fanfic - Scandal

The southern isles

The king of the southern isles paced erratically back and fourth in his study as depraved thoughts crossed his sadistic mind. His desperate approach at snuffing out the military might of Arendelle and the snow sorceress , the threat to his ever expanding empire- other than the British colonies which was his main opposition. He just to get the snow Queen out of the picture. His boots thump against the marble floors of his palace , a growing frown prevalent on his lips.

"What is her weakness?" He grunted with frustration as he clenched his fists , his pulse pounding in his ears and heat starting to rise in his cheeks out of rage.  If he could find her weakness and crush her spirit , she might kneel to his power , and then only the British will stand in his way. The king didn't trust her magic , he thought people like that , only had greed , callousness and wickedness in their hearts. His twin sons Rudi and Runo share a wicked smirk , as a certain red headed younger brother springs to mind.

"The father of her child, the vermin red head." Runo stipulates.  Lars' eyes widen at his brother's words , he went to interject , only to be silenced by Wolfgang. King Albert nods at their suggestion.

"Hans" The kings eyes widen as all the pieces of the puzzle fall together, his youngest child , the trouble maker of the family and the Queen's favourite son , is key to bringing the famed Snow Queen down to her knees. Her sister Anna would be a good target too , but he knew that would only further infuriate Arendelle and use as a martyr. Prince Hans would rightly be remanded into his custody , for crimes against the southern Isles , to which Elsa has no power over punishment overseas. Then and only then will they strike.

"I say that we kill him in front of her" King Albert muses aloud, his cold heart immune to the emotion that may come with it. He knew that such actions would break her , especially when he heard of her reaction to Hans being brutally stabbed defending her from weselton men in the naval battle several years prior. She had decimated most of the Weselton Navy in her moment of despair and would've caused an eternal winter worldwide , had Hans been unable to calm her.

"NO! We can't do this , Hans is our flesh and blood, we can't." Lars hisses with urgency , desperate to prevent innocent blood being spilt . Hans was one the few brothers that he actually had anything in common with and shared slight affection towards.

"Flesh and blood never stopped us before. It never stopped us from ordering two hundred lashes to his bare body, it never stopped us from beating him black and blue. It never stopped us from incrementing torture on your little brother , inhumane medieval methods also. Since when has flesh and blood ever stopped this kingdom?" The king hissed , the tone is his voice suddenly deepened with rage at the idea of his son and the weak notion of love , of family.

"And we should be disgusted with ourselves for it! A kingdom should not be made on the backs of slaves, innocents and war!" Lars expression darkens , with determination to right his many wrongs that he had inflicted on his youngest brother, he couldn't let this go on much longer. Crown Caleb chuckles at all the commotion , the scar faced man merely grins whilst ultimate satisfaction was being plotted - he would only be satisfied with the suffering of others , most of all , the man he hated the Most, prince Hans Westergaard, commander of arendelle's navy and the Queen of Arendelle's soon to be king.

“Did your failures teach you nothing? After the people began to rebel! Your kingdom is falling apart - we don’t have time to be starting wars and taking revenge on every enemy you make!” Lars growls in frustration.

"Father makes a good point , killing Hans will break the Queen of Arendelle. She would drown in her own inconsolable grief" A smirk grows on the sly crown prince's face , his scarred neck only further enhancing his ugly heart and cruel countenance. The frostbite scarring covered the sides of his face and down his neck , marring his appearance enough for his own wife and children to be afraid of him.

"Very well, send a missive to the kingdom , requesting that Hans stand trial for his crimes. The Queen will follow." He grins wickedly.

Lars swiftly attempts to leave , his chest heaving with rage, with helplessness , that he can’t do anything but standby and watch. That was unless If he warned the kingdom. His thoughts are cut short as his father grabs his arm roughly in a motion to stop the prince.

“Westergaards are Lions , not mice! I suggest you start acting like so.” He reiterates firmly , his green eyes staring down his sons in a battle of will. It takes all of his efforts not to hiss , or punch his father in the face, an intense silence passes between the pair. Albert does not loosen his grip.

“And what exactly are lions and Mice to you, father ?” Lars mocks his father bitterly , his eyes full with venom and anger. The academic one out of all of the brothers , had extensive knowledge in most fields. He knew that his father used this analogy in reference to cowardice, and laughed at such pompous and piteous towards oneself. Albert revered himself as a god , as this strong fearless king, when all he was really was a scared man with that of a blackened heart.

“Bravery , nobility for the lion and snivelling cowards with soft hearts for the mice” Albert tensed at his son , who dared to challenge him , to embarrass him amongst his other sons.

“I’d rather be a coward , than a murderer” He speaks coldly as his eyes dagger into the King’s soul , Albert was taken aback by the bite and rage in his son’s voice. The other brothers share an nervous glance , jaws tensing out of fear for how their father may react- Lars shakes his head at his father and brothers.

“Besides, I think you will find that you in fact , are the mouse. It is you that is afraid of the Snow Queen. You are the one who would kill, rather than to face the problem yourself. You cheat the system. You have always picked the easy option, father. That is a true coward.” Lars hissed.

He roughly tugs his thin arm out of his fathers vice like grip , storming out of the study. Leaving the lions in the lion den in awe; Caleb chuckled with pride for his younger brother. That he does indeed have ba..

His father soon wipes the smile off Calebs smug face as he brings a fist to collide with his eldest offspring .