𝐋͢𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎, mcyt imagines

☆ princess

SUMMARY: AFTER BEING INDUCTED INTO THE ROYAL KINGDOM, YOU SOON FOUND OUT BEING A PRINCESS ISN'T WHAT ALL IT'S CRACKED UP TO BE.

You looked down from your high horse, onto your trusting citizens of L'Manburg who gazed upon you with a look of hope in their eyes. Or at least- what was left of them, and on the not so contrary, what was left of L'Manburg all together.

Since the beginning fall arc of President Tubbo, as well as the heart wrenching exile of your dearest friend Tommy, your citizens felt as if they were running out of options for whom they could really trust as their leader.

George had been unrightfully dethroned by the tyrant of your land, and no one knew if King Eret was to be trusted or not as he'd been deemed a traitor. And as such, had been willingly appointed as L'Manburgs last hope.

Even if you were just the princess, with your kingdom by your side or without it, you were destined to save the day. You made a promise to yourself that since Dream had inducted you the almighty Princess of Manburg, you were going to hold your status with pride.

"Everyone. Remain. Calm." Your breath seemed to hitch in your throat as you uttered each shaky word. Quackity shot up from his chair in a fit of rage, fists shaking in anger towards the boy beside you.

"How're we supposed to fucking remain calm! First Wilbur? And now Tommy! We cannot let this shit continue anymore!"

Tubbo stood stiffly to your left, a cold expression on his face. Dream stood to your right. His mask lay loosely against his face, as his dirty blonde hair blew in the chilly December wind. "Wilbur's death was not her fucking fault."

He nudged the tip of his sword into the ground. "And as for Tommy," He laughed. "He brought his exile into himself." Quackity scoffed.

"You're so stuck up Dream's ass it's pathetic." You averted your gaze to Niki, who made eye contact for a moment before shying away.

You thought of the life the two of you shared before you had been moved out of L'Manburg, and into your kingdom. It hurt to think about the memories of your former happiness.

But you knew that with power, comes great loss. You were willing to give up all liabilities, in order to both make Dream proud, and ensure the safety of your citizens. While Quackity threw swear words at your name, as well Tubbo's and Dream's, you gathered the notes we rotten in your journal.

".... She doesn't even have any say! She's just a fucking bratty stuck up Princess, who can't even manage her own castle let alone a fucking nat-," You'd had enough.

Slamming your fists against the podium in front of you, you spoke harshly into the microphone, with such malice you'd never heard before. "That is ENOUGH!" Rain fell overhead, making the ruffles of your ballgown stick to your skin like glue.

He remained silent, not daring to utter another word. Seeing him almost cave in made you smile. "Now, can we please finish our announcements like civilized human beings?" He crossed his arms, and sat back down, a scowl spread across his face prominently.

"Good. Now, me, Dream, and Tubbo have come to a consensus, and we believe that the following rules should be enforced at further notice," You read from your journal slowly, making sure not to read over any misinformation.

"Anyone caught aiding the enemy will be sent the ans fate as Tommy, or if need be, Wilbur,"

"Nether Portal lighting shall be off limits unless absolutely necessary active immediately,"

"If Tommy is found anywhere on L'Manburg property, whether that be Mexican L'Manburg, The Kingdom Province, The BadLands, etc, he shall be captured and removed as swiftly as possible,"

"And finally, Mexican L'Manburg and all residents of said nation shall be on probation until further notice."

Tubbo finished writing the minutes, handing them off for the approval of Dream. Commotion rumbled from the stands below you, as the resident of said Mexican L'Manburg were certainly not happy with the decisions you'd made.

As you exited the podium, Quackity screamed at the tops of his lungs for you to change the rash decision you'd made, practically begging for you to free his nation. "You can't fucking do that to me! Mexican L'Manburg is all I have, get your fucking ass back here and face me like a man!"

You paid no mind, the decisions were final, and there was no changing them around for a few angry citizens. Dream followed closely behind you, trying to shield you from the cold rain that pelted your body.

Others in the audience tried their best to persuade Quackity to calm down, pinning him against the ground. They knew that eventually Dream would be fed up with his childish ways, and would pin his wrath off all of them.

As you continued to walk, you caught a quick glimpse of something strange out of the corner of your eye. You stopped to take a better look. It took a second for your brain to process. But in actuality, it might've been better to keep walking.

Within the chaos, you caught sight of a crossbow pointed directly at your torso. You watched in horror as an unidentifiable hand drew back the string, placed an arrow and quickly released.

The impact hit you harder than any sword you'd ever felt, causing you to immediately fall back into Dreams arms. He screamed as the two of you fell to the ground, and scanned the audience for anyone who could've been the culprit.

"What the fuck! Who fucking did this!" Red liquid poured out from under your ribcage, drenching your once perfectly crisp white gown in impurity. More chaos ensued, as tears filled in his eyes.

A line of people filed beside him seeking to help anyway they could, but he quickly ushered them back, daring them to take another step closer. "Whoever's responsible- Fucking exiled- No! You're fucking dead! Mark my god damn words!"

His hands trembled against your cheek, as you struggled to stay awake. "N-no, you're gonna be okay! Just hold on, please, don't leave me now."