Thirteen strode into the throne room of their temporary home, a castle in what the humans once called London, England. Buckingham Palace, Thirteen believed it was called, although it wasn't much compared to his true home. Thirteen threw the doors open, striding down the red carpet and kneeling at the steps, one fist pressed into the ground, is head bowed. "Rise, Thirteen, my son." Queen Freya had a delicate smile on her lips, her features illuminated by the light that trickled in from the overhead windows. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" She knew of the human escapees from their little project of course, her traitorous daughter, Eleven had set them free. "Eleven has left," Thirteen reported, "I was unable to stop her, however she has promised that she will bring the humans back."
Queen Freya shook her head, ebony hair seeming to float on its own in a halo around her head. "Thirteen, when has Eleven ever held true to her promises?" She chided softly, knowing that Thirteen held his little sister in high regard. "More than likely she has run away once more, I suppose it is my fault for not properly disciplining her." Thirteen stiffened, the first time Eleven had run away, she had taken one of their orbiters and declared that she was venturing off for scientific purposes. In truth, she had abandoned her duties as crown princess, invoking the wrath of not only the King and Queen, but their dozens of other siblings who had been waiting in line patiently until they had shown up. "Thirteen, your sister has disappointed me once again." Queen Freya stood, seemingly floating as she walked down the steps to his side.
"Do you know why I gave you numbers instead of names?" She asked, flashing a smile that did not quite reach her eyes. "No," Thirteen confessed, "I do not," Queen Freya touched his cheek, her skim impossibly soft. "Because you are disposable, if I had given you names, I would have grown too attached." Yes, her children were bred to be pawns, even the King had known, of course. They needed strong genetics in order to produce superior offspring, Thirteen and Eleven were a result of that. Twelve, unfortunately, did not survive the neonatal phases and perished before birth. Out of thirteen attempts, the two strongest had been born. Thus, Embryo labels Eleven and Thirteen had been born. "Do you understand this, Thirteen?" Queen Freya asked, dress swirling around her as she turned to move out of of the throne room.
"Yes, my Queen." He strode after her, walking briskly to keep pace. "What actions should I take against Eleven?" Queen Freya smiled, but there was nothing kind about it. "Go and retrieve the humans and your sister, I shall discipline her for her betrayal." Thirteen nodded, once more, kneeling to the ground with his fist against the floor. "I will do as you say, my Queen." Queen Freya turned, touching his shoulder with an elegant hand. "Do not be another burden to me, Thirteen, restore honor to our family name." He nodded and rose, walking off in order to make preparations. Queen Freya turned, heading to the drawing room, where her ladies in waiting were gathered, a pink haze filling the space full of delicate pillows and elegant furniture.
"My Queen! You look as ravishing as ever!"
"My Queen, please, come sit on this pillow we've been keeping cool for your pleasure!"
"No my Queen, come sit on this one we've been keeping warm!"
"Would you like tea, My Queen?"
Freya sat down on the cold pillow, a lady in waiting running forth to prop her legs up. "Bring me tea and one of those humans."
"Yes my Queen!" They chimed, all kneeling with their fists against the floor. They scrambled over themselves, wishing to please their sovereign. They came in with tea and a girl in chains, her legs wrapped in bandages, her long blue hair touching the floor. She was shaking something awful, no doubt fearing for her life. "Do you value your freedom child?" Queen Freya inquired, sipping on her tea. She nodded her head vigorously, her lower lip trembling. "Then dance," she rose, crying out in pain and nearly collapsing. "I-I can't," the child whimpered.
"Then you are of no use to me, guards-"
"Wait! No, no! I can, I c-c-can dance," she got onto her feet, one of the lady's in waiting starting up music. They gathered around the Queen, grinning cruelly as the human with damaged legs began to dance for their entertainment.