What we call home // SBI medieval au//

III

HI! Here's another chapter. I'm trying not to rush into the story that much so thanks for being patient. Hope you enjoy

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Wilbur watched as the carriage slowly made its way towards the small town. Many people crowded around them as they pulled towards their destination. The Townsquare was filled with different shops and booths. There was even a band playing as a few people danced to it. Finally, the carriage halted.

His father looked at them as if to ask if they were ready. Wilbur watched as techno nodded. Wil smiled at his father and fluffed his brunette hair one more time. When they stepped out there were a few cheers.

Wilbur took a deep breath and smiled and waved at the crowd. He watched as his father walked away towards some people and started talking to them. Techno was nowhere to be seen.

Traitor, he thought. He put on a smile and started to walk towards a small group of people. They didn't seem to notice him at first and continued with their conversation. Soon enough one turned and saw Wilbur walking towards them.

They quickly told the others and Wil was met with 3 faces. One Of them had short pink-ish hair with a flower crown and a simple dress. Another had short hair and was quite short for a male. And the last was taller than him with brown fluffy hair.

"Hello," Wilbur said. Although he has done it so many times talking to people was still not his strong suit. He watched them all look at each other and stay quiet for a bit. Finally one spoke up.

"Hi, there I'm Niki," the pinkette said, "This is jack," she gestured to the shorter man, "And this is ranboo," Finally gesturing to the taller one. Ranboo waved and Jack stayed mostly silent.

Wilbur realized most of them hadn't seen him since they were young. He wasn't quite sure what to say so he just ...well...left. He hated this. So much. Why does he have to talk to people? Techno is technically the heir so there's no point in getting to know everyone.  Not to mention his last experience was indescribably horrible. I mean he just got up and left.

He hated himself for doing that. The square was filled with people and one after the other wanted to talk to him. He figured it would be better to let them come to him and ask him questions than just walk up to random groups of people, he already knew how that went. He watched as many danced and others talked in small groups. He wondered how much the town gathered without the royal family being present. Surely all the time. Right?

He let people come to him. They would ask him questions, have a small conversation, then say their thanks and goodbyes. He knew how much the people wanted to be updated by the prince himself, considering they haven't seen him in years.

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Tommy watched as more people filled the square. The royal family would be arriving soon and the square was already packed. Someone somehow got a band to play and there were more booths set up than he could count.

His mother went off doing who knows what, and he couldn't find Hulda anywhere. He walked through the crowd towards the center. Being tall was great in situations like this. He searched the faces looking for his mother or Hulda. His eyes locked with someone across the crowd. He looked a little closer. Yeah no that's Hulda.

He quickly walked towards them, well he couldn't exactly say quickly because of all the people blocking him or walking in the opposite direction.

But before he could make it everyone started running in an opposite direction. His immediate thought was 'sh*t we're under attack,' But soon after looking behind he knew exactly why.