there is only us | wilbur soot x reader

Chapter 1 - The Beginning

(Y/n) POV

I watched from a third-story window as the three people I call my friends climbed into a carriage and rode away, off into the distance.

Without me.

It's too dangerous, he said. We can't risk your safety for your curiosity, they told me. Even when I begged. A queen does not fall to her knees and beg, he reminded me. As if I had not been reminded my entire lifetime.

So instead, I sit here from my window seat and watch wistfully as my brother and his friends disappear over the hill, carried to L'manberg by the royal horses. I pick at the fray stings of my gloves, which hang limply in my hands instead of on them.

Miss Puffy tuts, scolding me lightly for my stressful habits, guilting me with the thought that the tailors would have to make a new pair. I slipped the silk fabric back over my hands, deciding to tap my foot instead.

Puffy offers we braid each other's hair, an activity I've personally never cared much for. But for the sake of my friend, I agree, knowing she is just as worrisome as I. I would much rather be with my brother, on my way to debate the negotiations of this uprising country, but instead, I sit here, brushing out Puffy's beautiful rainbow hair.

My hands move flawlessly, running on pure muscle memory as my mind wanders elsewhere. I have never been particularly interested in the traditional, quote-unquote, girly things, such as gushing over boys and dresses.

Despite being the oldest, when I was younger I would follow around Clay, fascinated by the things they taught him. I was intrigued by the war strategies and the swordplay, and I demanded I be taught the same as him. But no. It was not ladylike.

My mother at the time refused, and instead, I was taught how to sew. I learned about posture and table manners. I learned how to walk in heels, a common occurrence and nuisance. I was told how to flaunt my tits in hopes of marrying off to a young prince.

I would have even settled for the commoners' lessons. I never learned to cook or clean, there were always people around to do that for me. To this day, I have never held a proper cutting knife.

So now, instead of building a fierce and formidable reputation as the queen of the Dream SMP, instead of standing face to face with the rumored enemy, I sit here in my bedroom, and I braid.

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Wilbur POV

I look over my reflection in the mirror one last time, smoothing over my curls and straightening the folds of my uniform before stepping out of the caravan. As I land on the ground, Tommy and Tubbo stand up and join me at my sides. They look nervous, Tubbo fidgeting with the edges of his sleeves and Tommy unnaturally quiet.

I didn't blame them. It was an important day.

We made our way to the tall walls that surrounded our country, holding our heads proudly. Some people walked by, saluting as they saw us pass. It was still rather early in the morning, and most of the people living here were still fast asleep in their beds.

I had left Fundy with Eret, though it took a long while to convince him to do so. He didn't want to be anywhere but at my side, and it melted my heart at the thought.

But there's no way I would endanger my little champion. I would never, ever, put his curiosity before his safety. Even if, in the end, he hated me for it.

That what you do, after all.

When you love someone, I mean.

We made it to the entrance of L'manberg, waiting as the sun rose over the walls that protected my country. I rested my hand on the hilt of my sword, still sheathed but ready to pull at the first sight of danger.