Paper Crown (A DNF Royalty AU)

Chapter 2

The young prince awoke to a familiar gentle knocking, coming from his bedroom door before a quiet voice could be heard.

"George can I come in?" The younger boys voice was shaking, he sounded breathless. That's when he realised. It was still dark and the sun hadn't even begun to rise yet. The room was pitch black, not even the usual moonlight illuminated the large bedroom, meaning The prince had to light a candle or something.

"Yeah give me a second." He replied quickly, jumping out of bed and grabbing the box of matches that were located on his wooden bedside table beside a large lantern. He used one of the matches to create a spark, lighting up the lantern and a couple candles scattered around the room. Once he was finished with the spark, the prince had to blow out the fire and dispose the used match. The lantern didn't let off too much light, however it was a sufficient amount for the Prince to be able to safely make his way to the large carved wooden door to unlock it.

When the door opened, it revealed the younger Prince, bleary eyed with a couple of tears spilling down his cheek. This wasn't uncommon.

George gave the boy a sympathetic smile, stepping aside so he could enter the room. Tubbo made his way straight to the large twin sized bed, sitting on the end as he watched his brother quietly close the door. The bed had a beautiful canopy which the young prince adored. White almost see-through material hung from the frame, acting as an almost curtain for the bed.

"Was it another nightmare?" George asked in a hushed tone, trying his best to stay quiet so the pair didn't wake anybody, or cause any unwanted attention. Tubbo shook his head slowly. He wiped the tears that were still falling down his face with the back of his hand. He knew he shouldn't cry but George wouldn't judge him.

George breathed nervously, beginning to make his way to the small stall to use as a seat. Usually at a time like this, George would let his younger brother seek shelter in his bed, while George busied himself with something else. Usually he was doing some sort of request made by the king, or even reading a book if he was lucky.

The stall of which George sat on, was regularly used as a step for the princes when trying to climb the large bookcase that loomed at the back of the room. The castle had a massive library, however George preferred to keep his personal books in his bedroom. It just meant he had less of a chance of crossing paths with his father and was able to keep to himself. George liked to keep to himself.

"He was talking about you again... Schlatt was." Tubbo said, his voice sounding slightly strained. "He was talking about a deal he was making... With some other Monarchs."

George froze. Schlatt wouldn't do this again?

"He wants you to stay with them... Apparently they have a son about your age." The younger boy voiced, quieter this time and sounding pretty uncertain.

"What do you mean by that?" George asked curiously, slowly standing up and making his way to sit beside his brother. He didn't want to push the boy too much, however George had to know what his father was planning.

"I don't know... They said something about the Princes friends, I couldn't make out what they were saying exactly but there was a girl." Tubbo sniffled again.

George could feel his heart drop. Shatter. The boy had told his father multiple times that he'd find someone himself. He was adamant.

"I think they want you to marry her."

George's heart began to pound in his chest rapidly. Marriage had been attempted multiple times between the Prince and a couple different women, yet it had never worked out. He didn't want to marry some random woman from another kingdom. Hell he didn't even want to get married full stop. The prince was more then happy with what he had. He didn't need a companion, he was more than capable of ruling by himself, or even just to have the time to find someone that he actually wanted to spend eternity with. He had shown the king on multiple occasions, how able he was. Yet his Father was quick to jump at any opportunity, dragging his son into some sort of 'engagement' with a woman, before deeming her unfit for his son and moving George onto the next. It had happened numerous times in just the past few years.

He felt betrayed.

"You won't leave me though?" Tubbo sounded desperate, staring at his brother with wide eyes. George couldn't answer. He didn't know what was happening for sure and he in no way could make a promise he didn't know was possible to keep. The prince bit his lip, overwhelmed with stress he heard his brother whimper again.

"Please don't leave me." Tubbo was now in full floods of tears, he quickly pulled the taller boy into a tight embrace, burying his face into his brothers chest. It didn't take long for the youngers tears to seep through the thin material but he couldn't care. George's hands were still hung limply to his sides. He didn't want to go through this again.

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That's how the morning went for the young princes. They sat in silence, anxiously waiting for the sun to rise and the day to begin. Tubbo was praying, wishing that what he had overheard was a joke. A cruel prank but the young prince knew well that it definitely wasn't. Knowing his father, the boy was fully aware. His Majesty had never hesitated when something of the sort had come up before, and to the boys dismay, it did come up. Again.

"Your Highness its time for us to get you ready." A knock and voice could be heard from the door. It was time. The day had begun.

"One minute." George called out, both boys had calmed down by now, or calmed down enough to act as normal as possible.

Tubbo quickly jumped off the bed, giving his brother one final glance before heading out of the room. No words were spoken between the two princes.

As Tubbo exited the room, A familiar cheerful person entered.

"Good morning your Highness! As requested by the king I have been set the task to make you look as proper as possible." The person smiled enthusiastically. It was Eret, the royal Tailor. He was the person who custom made, hand crafted and fitted all the expensive outfits for the royal family. He was accompanied by their little apprentice. George didn't know much about the apprentice, she was extremely quiet quite like George so the pair had never had an actual conversation.

"Oh dear, you look horrible your Majesty, did you not get much sleep last night?" Eret sighed, breaking the silence. Eret didn't mean the comment in a rude way at all, in all honesty he didn't mean to actually vocalise it. Usually Eret would accidentally voiced their thoughts, which George just learned to ignore.

They were quick to carry in a small trolley, wheeling it over to the stall that the prince had sat on the night before, and demanding him to take a seat.

"Now what are you feeling your Highness?" The question was rhetorical, Eret didn't actually mean for the prince to have a say in what outfit he was to wear. He just had to voice his thoughts and George knew that so he stayed silent, letting the professional make all the decisions.

"White does seem to look good on you." Eret smiled, pulling out a white tunic which was laced with fine golden threads. "I think this one would do the job just fine!" Eret quickly began getting the prince ready, tailoring the clothing until it fit perfectly. Not stopping until the Prince looked the just the finest.

Eret was also followed suit by his apprentice and the pair began work on the prince, making sure he was presentable for the big occasion.

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short chapter pog?

yeah this is kinda filler and will be edited lol if i dont get lazy.

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