"(Name), you nasty youth,
Your crime has shocked me to the core!
Never in my whole career,
Have I encontered this before!
Guards, seize her! Lock her in a cell!
Throw the keys into the Nile as well!"
Each of the brothers fell to his knees...
"Show her some mercy, oh mighty one please!
She would not do this, she must have been framed!
Jail us and beat us, we should be blamed..."
You stared as the Kirkland brothers fell to their knees, bowing down to the great king of Egypt. You stood accused of theivery, being caught with a golden chalice in your baggage. But you had never seen the instrument before, let alone stolen it! How it had come into your bag was a mystery, but Pharoh Hassan didn't seem to care. With the prospect of being locked into prison until the day you died, helplessness had washed over you... but as you watched the Kirkland brothers bow down at the Pharoh's feet, you realised you weren't alone. You had grown up on the streets and had only wound up living with the Kirkland brothers out of chance. It was Alistor who brought you into their home. You were cold, shivering and sick. Pure starvation had caused you to attack Alistor Kirkland... however he was far too strong for you. After he fought you off and delivered a 'punishment beating', he realised how starved and beat up you were. You barely had clothes on your back and it was the dead of winter. In the heat of the moment, he had scooped you up and carried you home. You lived with them for several years, at first being shunned by them all because of your lack of wealth, but they warmed up to you one by one. The last to warm up to you was Arthur, the middle brother. He seemed more wary of you than anyone. But now he was the first person to come to your defence.
"(Name) would never steal... no matter how hungry she got!" He explained, pleading with Pharoh Hassan to let you walk free.
"Aye!" Piped up Alistor. "(Name) is a good girl!"
"She grew up on the streets-" Jordan chimed in.
"But she grew up honest and true!" Liam finished for his Welsh brother. The Pharoh observed each of them, then finally looked at you. Your eyes were glossy with happiness and despair. They had stuck up for you, but it didn't mean you were going to be spared. You noticed the Pharoh looking at you, and you sank to your knees. You raised your hands up and clasped them together, looking into the Pharoh's eyes.
"Please oh mighty one... do not harm them. I am the accused here..." You pleaded, not wanting your precious savoirs to be harmed in your stead.
"But you are innocent." The Pharoh said. You looked up at him, lips parting slightly in surprise. "I had my servant place my chalice in your bag... so I could prove how much these men love you." Your eyes traveled to the four men bowing down before a might Pharoh. For you. You gulped, suddenly realising what was going on.
"Oh..." Was all you could muster. The Pharoh winked at you, before taking his leave. You were left with only the four men as company, each with their emerald eyes fixed on you.
Now... who to choose?