ℌ𝔦𝔰 𝔏𝔢𝔣𝔱-ℌ𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔐𝔞𝔫

Chapter 3: Sent to my Dearest with sincerity

A/N: Filled with foreshadowing and references.

The election results were announced today, and you already know what's going to happen next. When Eret chose to attend the ceremony, you opted to remain back. You only need to deliver the information and resource package at least by tomorrow. The timetable will be the same as before: once a week. You must give the package once a week and slip it inside Pogtopia. You'll also need to figure out a means to accomplish it in secret after Technoblade returns from TommyInnit's invitation. You sighed as you signed the forms to have a stable project that one of your advisers had provided. You'll also need to conceal your smell, since Techno's senses, along with Fundy's and Seapeekay's, are among the sharpest on the server.

Because his senses were still maturing during the pre-L'manburg days, especially during the war, you didn't have to worry about him. Plus, you're usually coated in ammunition and cement dust when carrying these boxes, so you didn't have to worry about him. You sat back in your chair, your palm on your 2-month-old pregnant abdomen, and returned the quill to its container. You smiled as you stroked your tummy, taking in the serenity and occasionally hearing birds singing.

Not long later, Eret appeared. He appeared tense and surprised. "Did something happen during the election? " You inquired about him. "After winning the elections, Jschlatt issued his first proclamation as President of L'man-Manburg, exiling Tommy and Wilbur..." Eret stated to you, to which you feign a reaction that is convincing to everyone. "What? Why would he do such a thing? " You inquired, perplexed. "I'm not sure why he did it; perhaps he wanted a blank canvas to paint with, and what better way than to exile two of the country's founders?"

"Or... He's a power-hungry tyrant," you said after Eret had stated it to you. "In any case, we ought to congratulate him on becoming President," you said before he quickly jumped up. "What? After kicking Wilbur and Tommy, why should we applaud him for becoming president? " She inquired; her face as surprised as ever. You told Eret, "I want to express my congratulations to him, and I also have a few things to say to him, from one leader to another." Eret sighed as he considered it. "Then we'll stroll to L'man... Manburg, my darling," Eret remarked as they extended their arm for you to grab. You and Eret strolled to Manburg, you clutching Eret's left arm and stroking your pregnant tummy.

You arrived in Manburg and the White House at the same time. Schlatt and Quackity were drinking and some of their cabinet party was partying when you and Eret entered the White House. "EYYYY Eret my MANNNN, who's this Mamacita?" Quackity approached both of you, you groaned at the scent of alcohol and the sight of drugs as Quackity slung an arm around your spouse's neck. This was unfit for L'manburg authorities to present to the King and Queen of the Essempii. When you couldn't find the familiar fox and Tubbo in this 'celebratory party,' you sighed internally with relief. "Quackity, this is my wife, The Queen of the Essempii, Queen Hayden Aurelia," Eret introduced you with a fake smile, "Quackity, this is my wife, The Queen of the Essempii, Queen Hayden Aurelia," Quackity widened his eyes before greeting you with a handshake, which you reluctantly accepted the gesture and the offer before you two pulled away and you instinctively opened your hand fan, which has a base green "What are the Essempii's King and Queen doing in Manburg?" Schlatt's speech was slurred by alcohol. "Hello, we are here to extend our congratulations words to the new President of Manburg," you remarked to him before giving him a closed eye grin behind the fan for the first time since this entire meeting. Schlatt remarked to you, his breath smelling of booze, "Thank you, Queenie, it feels fantastic to celebrate becoming president after exiling those bastards from this lovely country." You flashed a tight-lipped smile behind the fan before opening your lips to say, "Do you mind if we go to a private room?" He couldn't see it, but you gave a tight-lipped smile behind the fan before saying, "Do you mind if we go to a private room?" I'd want to have a private conversation with you." "Why do you need to talk to the President alone?" Quackity asked. "You are free to speak whatever you want. You moaned in irritation before glancing over and saying to Quackity, "I think you're going to run out of las Drogas soon, Mr. Vice President." Quackity glanced over him and frightened before heading to them. Before you gazed at Eret, you thought to yourself, 'That was surprisingly easy.' "Can you remain here for a bit, Eret, darling?" " You inquired of your spouse, who seemed perplexed for a time before responding, "Uhm... Sure, alright."