Antarctic Empire: Royally Fucked.

Gather the Council

"What the hell are you doing in my castle."

Techno was not expecting his youngest child to teleport into his room, looking very afraid.
He definitely wasn't expecting them to start rambling about a
"talk man in glass that kinda looks like you if you were really thin and in commoner clothes and had short hair but Pa and the guards have him and Pa said to get you so I came to get you-"
"Ranboo."
"Sorry! But we should go-"
"Alright, lets go."

When Techno arrived in the castles large foyer, he definitely wasn't expecting to see his long lost, assumed dead, brother.
So obviously, he was furious.
He drew his sword and let out an angry huff, the guards all stiffened and a few took a step back.
Techno's husband, Empress Dream, smiled at him.
"Hey darling"
Dream lowered his sword, not yet sheathing it.
The brunette in the middle of everyone looked around, locking eyed with his twin.
"Techno.."
"Wilbur."
The princes look between the two, Fundy speaks up first.
"uhhh..Dad who is this guy??"
Wilbur gives a look of confusion, Technoblade sighs.
"I think we should do this formally. Tubbo?"
A short brunette in a dark green vest, looking very expensive but not quite as fancy as the princes, perks up and smiles.
"I'll tell my father to gather the council"
Tubbo turns and runs down one of the four halls, the search for his father beginning in his office.
Techno sighs, looking to his husband for help.
Dream shakes his head, walking to Techno's side and turning to Wilbur.
"Well. You've barged into our castle, almost assaulted the prince, and caused the royal family extreme amounts of stress. Along with other things we shall name later." Dream smiles, a practiced look of false calm matched with fierce eye contact, normal to bystanders but extremely unsettling to whoever is being spoken to. Gods, Techno loves him.
Wilbur huffs, adjusting his trench coat and looking away.
"Very well. A council meeting it is. Then I can get some damn answers."

The Royal family, accompanied by a set of guards and a dirty townsperson, walk to the Royal court room.
It's large and has pews for people to sit, at the very end is a long table a few steps higher than the rest of the room, there is a chair for each of the royals and the Emperor's advisor.
The royals move to the seats and sit, The Emperor is in the middle, to his left is the Empress, to his right is the eldest prince, then the youngest prince, next to the Empress is the Royal Advisor.
The Advisor is someone Wilbur recognizes, a man named Johnathan Schlatt, aka JSchlatt, they used to be friends when Wilbur was still a prince.
Schlatt smiles, stifling a laugh as he turns to the Empress,
"Isn't he dead? Or some other bullshit?"
He's never been one for manners.
Dream snorts, Techno sighs.
The Emperor stares down at the commoner before him.
"Let the Judgement begin."
All eyes are on Wilbur.
"Wilbur soot," says the Emperor "You will be under judgement by the following Royals.
Myself, Emperor Technoblade.
The Empress Dream.
The crowned Prince Fundy,
The young Prince Ranboo.
And the Royal Advisor JSchlatt."
Each person nodded as they were named, staring down at Wilbur with uncaring eyes.
"You have infiltrated the Royal Palace, almost assaulted the Crowned Prince, disrespected the Royal family, disrupted the work of the Emperor, and caused distress in the castle.
How do you plead?"
Wilbur scoffs, rolling his eyes.
"Not guilty."
Techno takes a deep breath.
"Very well, all that find Wilbur Soot to be guilty, say I." The Emperor raises his right hand.
A chorus of "I"'s sound as other members raise their hands.
Techno looks to the other council members as they lower their hands, then looks to Wilbur.
"Wilbur Soot. You are hereby found guilty of multiple crimes. Your punishment shall be discussed shortly."
He turns to the Princes, "Boys, out."
The Princes stand, Fundy groans, the two brothers leave the court room.

Wilbur speaks as soon as the door closes.
"What. The. FUCK?! What did you do to Fiona?!"
Technoblade glares down at Wilbur,
"I know no one of that name, Soot."
"My daughter! What did you do?! She doesn't even know who I am! Why does she call you dad?! I am her father."
"You have no daughter Wilbur. You are a father to no one."
"Then who is the fox you call your son."
"That is my child. HIS name is Fundy and HE will be addressed as such."
"...Fundy...Fundy is Fiona. Fundy is my son. He's mine, not yours. He's MINE."
Wilbur began to scream, the guards tensed but did not act. The Emperor and Empress looked on in distrust. Techno clenched his fists, voices whispering in his ears.
"I'M HIS DAD."
The last straw.
Techno stood abruptly, his chair falling backwards, the guards raised their weapons.
Techno raised his voice yet kept his tone as level as he could.
"You think you are his dad? Who took him in when you abandoned him? Who went to every single one of his birthdays? Who tucked him in at night? Who taught him to ride a horse? Who showed him how to hold a sword? Who took care of him when he couldn't sleep for a week from night terrors? Who?!"
Techno glared down at Wilbur, red eyes connected with brown, both filled with similar forms of determination and hatred.
"You may be his blood father Wilbur Soot, but you are NOT his dad. You gave up that position the moment you walked out those doors thirteen years ago."
Wilbur hesitated, taking half a step back.
"....Techno-"
"Quiet." the Emperor sat back in his chair. "Don't even try it. I don't want to hear anything you have to say. Wilbur you are a traitor to the crown and will not be seen as Royalty. You are, from hereon out, commonfolk and shall be treated as such. Now get out of my court room."
The Empress stood, motioning to the guards.
"Take him to an empty servants quarter, see to it that he is watched at all times. Sapnap,"
A guard steps forward, he is also one of Dreams best friends.
"You are to keep watch, he does not eat, drink, or move without you near him, understood?"
Sapnap bows, "Yes, your highness."
Techno hums, looking to the traitorous prince.
"Understood commoner?"
Wilbur grits his teeth, clenching his fists at his sides, he bows his head.
"Yes.....Your highness.."

Sapnap and Wilbur turn to leave the court room, two guards open the large doors,
The Princes and their two accomplices scramble to leave just before the doors open all the way.
They have a lot to discuss.

A/N: Not beta read, so spelling might by weird