Most people dream of being a royal, having a lavish lifestyle of endless jewellery and warm clothes, I also have that dream. Unfortunately, I don't that those luxuries. I am just me, and that is Y/n. But does saving a boy from being wrecked by some...
It was like an ordinary day in the Antarctic Empire, the early morning sun was glistening onto the nippy lakes and frosted flowers. The kingdom came to life at its normal time, 8am; crowded streets were scuttering to make it to work on time while shops and bakeries were opening up for the long day ahead. Slight chatter could be heard amongst the swarm of villagers talking about the latest episode of whatever tv show they enjoyed or what they had for dinner the night before.
Inside the majestic castle was no different. Butlers and Maids were rushing around the maze of the corridors. Today was Princess Y/n and Prince Tommys 1st birthday; therefore, the King and Queen decided on holding a grand ball for their beloved twins. Cadet blue flowers were draped around the palace along with a similar shade of blue and white balloons to represent the colours of the kingdom. Despite it being hours until the main event, the ballroom was already being spruced up with silk covered tables decorated with cornflowers in a clear vase with extravagant patterns.
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The ballroom itself had priceless chandeliers hanging from a high ceiling and a balcony winding around the glorious room. Curving textures and gold paint embellished the tall walls with handpainted motifs. Towering windows let in the sun fulfilling the room with light and large, wrapped packages were splattered across the room waiting to be ripped open by the prince and princess, well more likely their parents but that doesn't matter that much right now.
Upstairs, in the living quarters were the young royals family members. Their father, King Philza Minecraft of the Antarctic Empire was stressing about potential war with a neighbouring kingdom, not knowing to either cancel the ball or not since it will make their country vulnerable in those hours, the perfect time to attack. However, King Philza was a family man, he loved his children and wife and wouldn't want to see his loved ones disappointed by the sudden cancellation so he kept the plan going ahead. He had dirty blond hair falling out of his classic green and white bucket hat and piercing blue eyes. He didn't wear very regal clothing, in fact, he wore quite the opposite. The king wore a poet shirt with mid-calf long, wide-leged trousers with a wrap-around belt and a long jacket with trumpet sleeves. But the most fascinating thing about this man was his raven black substantial wings.
Next to King Philza rocking her babies to sleep was his dear wife, Queen Kristin Minecraft of the Antarctic Empire. Kristin loved her husband and children, sacrificing anything to keep them safe even the lavish life that she is currently living. She wore a long, black, lace dress with a sheer fabric A-lined skirt. Kristian also had raven black hair, almost the same colour as her husband's wings, and warm, chocolate brown eyes. She had soft hands that calmed anyone down -despite the circumstances- from the slightest touch, some said it was a magical power she held and others said it was just the calm and atmosphere she gave off.
A couple of rooms down the hall sat, at a rather spacious and well-made desk, the married couples son, Prince Wilbur Soot Minecraft of the Antarctic Empire. Wilbur decided to do a last-minute birthday present for the twins, which was writing a song for his siblings. Wilbur had a talent for music for only being 9 years old, so it was no surprise for his parents when he asked to sing a song at the ball. As the boy scribbled his lyrics and cords onto the paper in front of him his brown curly hair bounced spilt out from under his marron beanie. Wilbur had the same warm, chocolate eyes as his mother. He wore a white button-up and yellow cashmere, v-neck jumper and strippy black/dark grey trousers. Wilbur, unfortunately, didn't inherit his father's wings.
