The AFFAIR || Quackbur w/ Angst || Book 2 of the Perfect Series

Chapter One: Sally's Arrival

When Sally arrived, Wilbur could not take his eyes off her.

She was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. She was all he wanted.

Sally was not short, but average, standing a bit taller than Quackity, the brother she was closest to all those years ago. She had flaming red hair that curled magestically, eyes bright green like poison or the forest. Freckles dotted around her face, scattered across beige skin, with lips painted dark red resting in a smirk. She had red and green scales on her neck and hands, a signature of her mermaid inheritance, and fins in place of her ears. She bore golden jewelry and a magnifient crown, and a long green dress that hugged her body and had a split to reveal some leg, complete with long white gloves to make up for the sleeveless dress. Wilbur, and even Quackity himself, were both shocked, as dressing that way may have been Las Nevadas' custom, but it was not for the Antartic Empire's, and usually brides dress to thier new husband's society's customs, but quickly shrugged it off.

She seemed to study Wilbur for a second, gaze calculating yet smug, with something unidentifiable flashing in her eyes as she laid her eyes upon his face - or, well, his viel. She approached Wilbur, seemingly ignored her excited brother with whom she was practically twins with all those years ago.

"Ah, you must be Wilbur! I've been so excited to meet you!"

"It's Emperor," Wilbur corrected. She jumped to pounting, crossing her arms.

"But we're betrothed! Engaged! For me to refer to you as a title would mean you're above me, would mean you don't love me! Don't you love me? I've liked you for so many years, marrying you is my dream! I understand our marriage was arranged, but you arranged it! I thought you returned my feelings! Am I a fool?"

Wilbur sighed, going to comfort her. He could not risk upsetting the female, especially so early on when she has done no wrong. "Alright, you may refer to me as simply 'Wilbur,' Princess." She grinned, a large one, with something glinting in her eyes.

"Great! Anyway, how is my dress? Daddy said the color green brings out my eyes, but Papa says it's just because it's his favorite color, and he is green. Do you like it?"

He nodded, slowly. "Yes, Princess. It is quiet flattering on you." She grinned, ears pinning back as she giggled, a knowing and smug look on her face.

"I know! But thanks for the compliment, you look as handsome as the rumours say."

Handsome? Rumors? Wilbur wanted to ask. Sure, he knew of all the rumors - within his country and those outside - but his looks were never mentioned. He was thoroughly confused. How'd he miss those rumors? If those managed to slip by, what about others? What other rumors are going around that he missed? He shot a glance at Quackity, who, despite his face hidden by his smile mask, had the same realization. They really had to be more careful. Luckily, however, Sally seemed more than willing to offer those set of rumors, giving off the vibe of alerting you of others speaking of you balefully.

Sally went on about herself for a bit, alerting Wilbur on her likes and Quackity on how much she changed, before abruptly ending the conversation. "I am quiet tired from my journey," she stated, "and from the conversation, despite being such an extrovert!" She laughed a bit, a light giggle that captured Wilbur's attention and heart. "Am I to have my own room? I do not wish to intrude in your personal space so early on, Wilbur."

A smile graced Wilbur's lips. The rumors were quiet correct, Sally was very thoughtul and kind. It was said she put others above herself, that she ensured everyone was comfortable and happy, and she was merely proving them right. "Of course, Princess Sally. How very thoughtul of you. You are as considerate as the outsiders say you are." She grinned, one with a meaning Wilbur assumed to be of flattery or embarassment. "The servants shall lead you there. Do you wish for your personal servant to be roomed with you?"

She gave a kind smile. "That would be very welcomed. Jared and I are very close, and he becomes anxious for my safety when we are seperated for too long. He always goes on about how I should be more careful, that everyone's out to get me as a Princess of one of the most powerful nations, but I just shrug him off as paranoid!" she laughed again, one again catching Wilbur's heart's attention. "I'm sure you know how it is."

He nodded, chuckling. "I do," he answered honestly. "Believe it or not, but your own brother does the same to me, though though our personality roles are switched."

She laughed again, though the undertone had something else, something unknown. "The irony! Well, maybe you'll finally get through to me? But maybe another day, I wish to rest."

He nodded, eyes going wide with rememberance. He immediatly felt bad at forgetting the princess' fatigue, snapping to call upon a servant. "Of course! My apologies, here you are. Marinee here will reveal you your bedroom," he declared as the said girl approached, cat tail flittering behind her. She bowed to the princess.

"Greetings, Princess Sally of Las Nevadas. Shall I reveal you your sleeping chambers?"

"You may," she replied politely, yet with some relief. Light giggling soon followed. "You just would not believe how exhausted I am! I feel as if I may be giving the impression I am nothing but a lazy narcissist."

"Oh, do not say that," Wilbur found himself saying. "You are anything but, I myself have already said so. Do not let anyone tell you otherwise, Princess. Now hurry her to bed, Marinee, let us not make her any more tired than she already is."

Marinee nodded. "Yes, Your Majesty. Come along, future Empress."

Sally nodded, back straightening in pride with ears flickering in joy as she trailed behind the maid. Quackity stepped foward to take his spot next to Wilbur once more, as Sally had stolen it. "My sister's. . ." he began, trailing off in a loss for words, so Wilbur continued.

"She is very kind and genuine," he finished, unnoticing Quackity's tone and slight huff. "She is exactly what the kingdom needs. She shall make a fabulous Empress and wife. I bet you're proud to call her your sister, right, Q?"

"Right. . ." he grumbled in response.