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

Chapter Twelve: Dude Family

"Your Majesties," a servant greeted as he bowed, interrupting the two's conversation. They turned to him, showing they were listening. "The Las Nevadas royal family has arrived."

"Thank you, Jorge. You are dismissed, we'll head to the grand hall immediately," Wilbur commanded, taking note of his lover's anxiety. The servant left, leaving the two secret lovers alone. Once he was gone, Wilbur slipped his hand into Quackity's and offered a worried frown.

"Are you alright, dear?"

He offered a nervous smile as he nodded. "Yeah, just nerves. I'm happy to see them, but again, I have not seen them in years. Look how much Sally changed! What if they changed similarly? How much did they change? I have not seen them since I was nine! It's going to be awkward! I'm not going to know anything about them, I won't be in on any inside jokes—I'll feel left out, Wilbur! Besides, Dad practically abandoned me here! I still remember Papa trying to convince him to go against the tradition. . ."

"Hey, hey!" Wilbur comforted the man, pulling him closer. "It'll be fine, I swear. I shall be here, you know that. The rest of the Council will be here for you. They're your family, Q, I am sure you will be able to bond quickly. You talked with them in letters, yes?"

"Yeah, but—"

"Then you know at least a bit. That is a start, it's your seed to the weed. Sure, Sally might be rotten now, but that does not mean your other siblings are as well! I'm sure they're all good in nature, especially the way you talked about them."

Quackity sighed. "Alright. You're right."

"Of course I am," Wilbur teased. "The Emperor is always right."

Quackity rolled his eyes. "Whatever. You have got much too confident since I kissed you."

He grinned. "Is that not a good thing? I thought you liked it?"

"Perhaps," Quackity admitted, "but sometimes I want to kiss it away so much but others are near."

Wilbur grinned, surveying the area before looking back to his love. "No one's near now. Just us two, you know."

"You're so needy," he teased before bringing him into a quick kiss, not wishing to be too slow for fear others would stumble upon them. "Now let us hurry, Sally is probably already speaking to them. We do not wish to give her time to paint a bad painting of you."

He groaned at the mention of the girl. "Fine. You are right. We should summon Commander Dream, Captain Puffy, and Assassin 5up first though, as well as switch to our full–face masks."

Quackity agreed, so they called upon a servant and repeated the order before retreating to the shorter's sleeping chambers. The two quickly found their crowns and mask 'n' veil, slipping them on before exiting the room. The three were ready with a few other servants—Sapnap and a few other guards, an announcer, two door holders, and three extra servants in case they need them. They quickly fall into their normal behaviors as they approach the grand hall, the loud voices not silenced in any way through the thin walls.

"Emperor Soot and Prince Quackity has arrived!"

Wilbur and Quackity entered the throne room gracefully, doing their usual royal bow. They noticed the entire family standing about—or, now bowing—Sally having already made her place there known as she had rambled on about something stupid.

Kings Sam and Ponk stood hooked on each other's arms, King Sam being a Creeper hybrid whilst Ponk's was unknown as he covered his features and face, similarly to Wilbur. King Ponk was the hyper one of the duo, always filled with joy and overwhelming care. King Sam was much more stoic and intimidating, almost as scary as the two young royals themselves.

The eldest was Prince Karl, whom of which was already nearing his late twenties, a bit younger than most of the Council. He was a Time Elf, with sharp ears and rainbow freckles to match his many–colored hoodie. He held many watches and a journal, a result of his poor memory. He was known for being giggly and much too caring for his own good, but he always knew too much of people that he really shouldn't. Quackity and Wilbur knew they had to beware of the eldest, as since he was rumored to see glimpses into the future, he would likely learn of the three royals' secrets.

The second eldest was Prince George, who was younger than Prince Karl by a mere year. He was a Mushroom Elf, and he showed it off proudly with the mushroom jewelry. He dressed in blue, red, and white, though the two knew he was colorblind. He was said to be consistently sleeping and sarcastic, suspicious of everyone he lays his eyes upon.

The third eldest was Princess Sally herself.

The fourth was Quackity, Wilbur's personal favorite. Call him biased, but it was only because he was head–over–heels for the shorter.

Then there was Princess Hannah. She was energetic and kind, but had a loud mouth when angered. She was a Nature Elf, with green freckles as roses and vines enveloped her as their friend for the final touches. She wore a pink dress, one that would allow her to blend in with the Antarctic Empire's women (as well as displaying the contrasting personalities between the two girls).

Then the youngest was Prince Ranboo, though he was no where to be seen. The prince was an Enderian, the tallest of the entire family yet the most lanky. He was said to be awkward but overly kind. He had only been a babe when Quackity moved into Wilbur's castle, leaving no time for the two to bond and a void in Quackity's heart.

"Greetings, Your Majesties," Quackity spoke, tone cold and detached, with only the emotions of fear and anxiety and excitement bleeding through for Wilbur to notice. The two rose. "It is a pleasure to finally have you here. I trust you know our titles."

"Yes, my son," King Sam spoke, ignoring the others' shock and confusion at the boy's behavior. "I trust you know ours, as well. Please forgive Ranboo, he is off with Tommy and Tubbo again. Tommy had got sick some time ago, and he left under the impression he would return by now, but had got stuck in a long storm and was forced to remain."

"It is excused, we understand," Quackity's cold tone rung out once more. Wilbur would be blind, however, to not take notice of the wavering sadness and lost hope and step closer out of comfort. Silence rung out, awkward silence as none knew how to talk or what to mention to the shorter, with Sally remaining quiet for once, though the agitated twitch in her eye with her fluttering fins let them know she was about to take charge.

"Shall we move to the gardens? They are much more private and relaxing."

"That would be appreciated," King Ponk said, tone trying to be its usual joyful one. The group followed the two to the gardens as Sally began going on about herself again, much to the two's disdain. The family seemed happy to listen in, though as they traveled through more of the dark castle with faceless servants bustling about, unease grew within their posture. Except Prince George, whom did not seem to care about anything going on and instead appearing to wish to reside to his sleeping chambers.

When the gardens approached, Wilbur began to tense. He calmed down when a hand touched his shoulder, and he took notice that it was Quackity. He was confused for a moment as to why he did not grab the taller's hand like he usually does, before hearing his family's voices. He nodded firmly towards Quackity, and then the two continued on, though the shorter did not dare remove his hand off the taller's shoulder.

The group made themselves comfortable, Hannah giddy about all the roses—despite them being black and contrasting her bright red. Quackity and Wilbur did not have to join in on the conversations—not that they had much of a choice—as Sally maintained their attention with her rambling. The two resumed to sit and watch, which did not appear to ease the siblings at all, the fathers oblivious to their son's strange behavior with his so–called 'friend.' And then they sat, disregarding the family's unease as they merely watched on, postures perfect with an intimidating aura surrounding them.

Wilbur wondered how their visit would go as he analyzed the family.