gentle · grieving · bisexual · crush · musician · king · soft · royal setting
The afternoon chill seeped through the air as King Wilbur played a quiet melody on his guitar beneath the castle's weeping willow. The music broke off at the sound of rustling leaves behind him. He turned, his brown eyes softening in recognition. There stood Quackity, the young man from the town flower shop—the shop that had belonged to Nikki, before she passed. Wilbur set his guitar aside and rose, a gentle warmth in his smile as he approached. "Hello, Quackity. What brings you to the palace today?"