the twelve southerners

Hans sighed and leaned against the wall with a small sigh, not quite sure of what to do next. He could hear Donovan in the next room, sound asleep with Ander at his side. It was comforting knowing that he was going to be alright, but the situation still wasn’t exactly a good one. With both Elsa and Donnie both injured, the castle in flames, and all twelve princes of the Southern Isles in the area, he couldn’t help but be nervous. And if Cecil was still alive, then they had him to worry about, too. He glanced over at his wife with a weak smile. “Well, this has been an interesting day.”