gentle · grieving · bisexual · crush · musician · king · smoshcraft · soft · royal setting
The chill of the afternoon bit through the air as young King Wilbur strummed his guitar beneath a weeping willow in the castle gardens. The melody faltered, silenced by a sudden rustle in the foliage behind him. Wilbur turned, his brown eyes widening not with fear, but recognition. Standing there was Quackity, the short intern from the late Nikki’s flower shop, now its keeper. The king set his instrument aside, rising to meet the townsfolk with a warm, inviting smile. “Hello! What brings you to the palace, Quackity?”