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a loud startling scream made 11 year old tommy jump in his spot, he looked over to clem. still asleep. he frowned.
he got up hastily, the scream sounded an awful lot like his mother.
he made his way out of the drawing room, guards posts had been deserted, he chewed on his lip.
“my son! my son! my son!” his mothers voice screamed in agony.
he pushed open the large doors to the hospital wing and froze.
“mummy?” his voice came out as a squeak, his mother didn’t raise her head
blood stained her hands, her night robes
tommy eyes traced the scene
his brother, First Prince of MoonTear Empire.
his big brother, his hands lay still at his side, the same hands that patched Tommys knee up, that taught him to hold a sword, that picked away at each other whenever father was mad.
he stared numbly, hot tears rolling down his face
he eyes traced over to a group of nurses rising around and then landed on his father
the king
his arm was around his middle, drenched in blood, his eyes cold and greyed, that wasn’t right.
His Daddy’s eyes always sparked with joy upon seeing Tommy, He’d laugh and pat him on the back “Let’s go steal some of Clems pudding Tom”
their laughs a distant echo
soon he was pulled away from the corpses, the ugly horrid things.
-
with his mothers scream still fresh in his mind Tommy pulled himself out of his bed, a four poster bed draped in navy and gold curtain and covers.
he rubbed dried tear- sleep from his eyes before hearing a knock at the door, he grumbled and the door opened.
Hannah Rose entered, she was a short girl, her brown crimped hair tied neatly into a pony tail, her usual red and pink flower crown on her head.
she wore the castles usual work attire, a white blouse with a black bow tied loosely around the collar (her own addition) and a navy skirt .
she smiled at Tommy “Morning your Majesty”, (tommy had given up saying it’s tommy) she said easily floating into the room and opening the curtains making Tommy squint unpleasantly.
she hummed as he refilled his jug of water and walked over to him, one hand in her hip, “how’d you sleep?” she asked raising an eyebrow.
he sighed, Hannah had been his ‘maid’ of sorts since he was crowned king “fine” he said(they both knew that was a lie) plainly stretching his arms.
he left Hannah in his room as he went into the bathroom, he stepped into the shower allowing it to wake him up, he could hear Hannah shuffling around his clothes outside.
once changed with the clothes Hannah had given him, a white dress shirt as usual, black slacks, a belt, and a navy blazer that he pulled on carelessly.
Hannah huffed upon seeing him, she fixed his hair, slicking one side back as usual, pulled his blazer straight and smiled
“oh almost forgot!” she tutted to herself picking up his crown and placing it on his head
“thank you Hannah” he said glaring at himself in the mirror before turning back, he gave her a small smile which she returned ten fold.
Hannah waved her goodbyes and skipped out of the room, tommy had only just adjusted his crown before he heard Ponk walk in
“what’s on my agenda today” tommy asked turning around looking at ponk, tommy was taller than Ponk despite the age difference, in fact tommy was taller than most people at only 14.
Ponk rolled his eyes at him before reading off the list in his hand he likely got from Sam, “schooling from 9-11, then you have a meeting with Schlatt at 1”
”who?”
”Tommy really” Ponk sighed “the guy you hired a couple months ago to run the taxes”
”oh yeah”
“then you’re to have lunch at 1:30, and then consult with Sam at 3” he paused looking up from his sheet of paper
”no”
”yes”
”no”
”then paper work” Ponk smiled happily skipping out of the room not before sticking his head in saying
“oh and we need a new alchemist Ol’ Barry died last night” he said closing the door
god dammit.
-
Wilbur patted his horses neck with a smile, she was saddled up and packed to the brim of books, jars and potions, he’d managed to bag himself a interview at the Castle
the castle!
mind you there was about 100 other people picked but still!
He was close now, the palaces turrets visible above the mirage of trees, it was an impressive build that had lasted the royal family century’s.
MoonTear was an intriguing empire to wil, he had, about a month ago now, moved from a budding town in the Antarctic Empire he’d begun to get caught up in the politics of it and hated it.
The ruler of MoonTear also intrigued him, he’d been made aware of the past kings untimely death around a well after it happened as King Philza made a statement sending his condolence's, his general Technoblade by his side, almost immediately the new king was crowned.
King Thomas is only ever seen once a year on the anniversary of his late Father and Brother.
Rumours were he was young, no one knew how young, even living in the capital no one knew the specific age. Wil wondered if he’d get into the consultation with the king what he would be like, he was certainly younger than Wil, and hopefully smaller.
still it was daunting.
He arrived at the castle with a group of other, he assumed they too were here for the interview, the group stood outside the gates waiting to be allowed in. Wilbur looked up at the defence walls to see a familiar face, Sapnap the head guard sat, legs dangling over the wall peering down skeptically at them.
ok so this place was crawling with some of the best warriors known to the century.
the gates opened, and soon he’d tied up his horse and was yet again waiting, this time outside the main entrance, he looked around and noticed all his competitors had to be over 40, he swallowed nervously.
the door opened a smidge and out came a girl dressed in white standing at around 5’10, her hair purple and past her chest. she scowled at the group before speaking, her accent rich “alright my names Minx i’ll be your fuckin’ tour guide today or something” the men grumbled at her rudeness as wil choked down a laugh
”stay behind me or someone will kill ya”
and so they did, they followed Minx carefully into a room that was small yet richly decorated, carpet a dark red and walls navy.
”wait here till your names called”
-
Wilbur had made it to the last 3, how? he could not tell you, the man, Ponk, had smiled the entire time he spoke and gave him the news off the bat. so now he was going to meet the king, the actual king, he could tell the others were nervous, both in their 40’s at least .
they were called into the throne room where they waited for the kings arrival. Stood patiently at either side of the carpet, footsteps sounded.
Wilbur looked up and gazed as the king walked down the isle casually, but not arrogantly, he could tell he’d done this before.
as he walked past wilbur he glanced over at him, Wilbur held his breath.
this was a kid. the king was a child, a child with a hard cold face, crown barely fitting his head, Wilburs mouth hung open in shock.
he quickly snapped it shut though at the look sent his way by Minx who stood beside him, The Kings cloak bellowed behind him as he finally reached his throne sitting down easily.
he looked at the three men in front of him, a lazy eyebrow lifting, and wilbur suddenly genuinely felt intimidated. King Thomas cleared his throat before speaking, Sam, the general stood steadily behind him at the side a small smile on his face.
”well” the king started and pointed to one of the elder men “name” he said sarcastically glaring daggers at the man “Fergus” the old man said nerves clear in his tone
King Thomas, smirked, then burst out laughing the echos off his laughter filling the throne room, He collected himself, smirk still on his face “Okay then Fergus” he said his tone taunting, “tell me Fergus why in Emrys’ name would i want a rapist in my court”, wils stomach churned uncomfortably.
Fergus paled “please your majesty-“
“you will speak when called for” Sams voice boomed, King Thomas chuckled he spoke his voice laced with venom, to much so for a kid Wilbur had to keep reminding himself.
“Hm thank you sam” he turned to Fergus yet again “the usual sentence for this is hanging” Fergus’ face fell yet again, he went to open his mouth
King Thomas cut him off “Beg” he said simply “kneel. beg” he said simply as of asking for a glass of water, Fergus did so with out question, he hurried to the throne, Wilbur watched in disgust and disbelief, Sam tensed but didn’t move from his spot.
Fergus got down on his knees begging blabbering on about having a family, King Thomas stuck his hand out, many rings were on his fingers but Wilbur only recognised one, a amethyst stone shone bright, Fergus immediately went to kiss the ring as Wilbur had seen so many do to King Philza.
The Kings face screwed up and he yanked his fist back with a sigh, Fergus looked confused, scared, then King Thomas pulled a knife from his pocket and promptly stabbed the man in the eye, Wilbur audibly gasped.
blood spewed from the man as he screamed in pain, Minx grumbled from beside him and stood up, she took a hold of the man’s hair and dragged him out of the room, King Thomas simply handed his Knife away to be cleaned.
Then the young king stood up to leave “you’re hired” he said as he walked, wilbur caught a glimpse of something in his eyes, sadness, disgust? wilbur looked and noticed the other man no longer stood with him, he swallowed down the lump in his throat as he watched the King and his general leave.
what the fuck had he gotten himself into this time.
whatever it was, he was staying around to find out.