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The Pretty Peasant

CW// mentioned gore

EXTRA LONG ONE TODAY, GAYS, THEYS, AND HOORAYS!!!!

"You're Highness!"
Wilbur perked up, turning his head over to look at his royal guardsmen. Two of his guards were closing the large doors at the front of the throne hall, and two others were messily marching over, with a third person being cuffed between the two, though struggling.
Wilbur was used to most of the faces of criminals who came into him, he knew all of the citizens, so whether this was a visitor, he did not know - but he would soon find out. Once the guards stopped just before the staircase leading up to the throne, they bowed before Wilbur, who calmly stood up, looking at the cuffed individual.
Their hair was long, all black, though it was easy to tell it was unbrushed and unwashed; their hair had split ends, making it clear that it hadn't even had a good trim in a while. Although their skin was dirty, Wilbur could see they were a pale, darker tone, and their skin was full of freckles and moles. Their clothes were dirty, torn, ripped, and a bit too small on them. Their bare feet were out, and one was messily wrapped up in some filthy cloth; their feet were rashed, burning red from the hot summer sun, and even calloused. Their hands were similar, they were scraped up and calloused, and their arms and legs were full of differently shaped scars and even some more recent wounds.

Wilbur perked up slightly when the supposed criminal looked up at him, dead in the eyes. Despite the messy hair and dirt covering their face, Wilbur could see their beautiful brown eyes and their gorgeous face. Despite the starved features of sunken eyes and cheeks, they still looked beautiful to him... and that's what caught him off guard.
"We apologize for entering so suddenly, your Highness." One guard spoke up, looking up at Wilbur, but then she looked at the supposed criminal and quickly made them bow as well, although they quickly protested and attempted to struggle before giving up. "We had received reports of a thief stealing from the homes of lesser nobles. This is the suspect."
Wilbur slowly blinked, "I see... You two are dismissed, leave him here with me, please." He waved his hand dismissively.
The two guards nodded, standing up abruptly, and saluting before they both walked away.
The criminal sat on the floor, looking back up at Wilbur with a fierce glare.

Wilbur calmly stared at the criminal, who remained kneeling down on the floor. "Stealing from the homes of nobles, is that correct?"
The criminal glanced away, they didn't answer.
"Will you at least tell me your name?"
"...Quackity."
Wilbur's gaze softened, "Your real name is 'Quackity'?" His eyebrow gently raised.
"I'm not telling you my real name, that secret can die with me." Quackity hissed.
Wilbur smiled, elegantly approaching Quackity. "You're a spicy one, aren't you?" He hummed with a soft smile. He slowly stepped down the stairs to approach Quackity, who looked back down at the ground. Wilbur smiled more at him as he elegantly and carefully bent his knees just enough to caress a finger along his collarbone, then up his neck, just to hook his finger under his chin, making Quackity look up at him.

Quackity's cheeks burned red, his breath hitching slightly as he shyly looked up at Wilbur.
Wilbur gave him a curious expression, they both stared in silence for a moment before Wilbur spoke up, "For a peasant, you are quite beautiful... I'm shocked you're forced to resort to stealing when you look this beautiful."
Quackity's cheeks burned a brighter red, he was totally flustered by the compliments. He glanced away, "Sh-Shut it."
Wilbur smiled, "Perhaps a clean-up would make an improvement?"
Quackity hesitated, "...Do you really need to clean me up for an execution?"
Wilbur smiled more as he softly breathed out, "No... petty theft is not worthy of execution- Nobles, or not. Now, stand up for me, Quackity. We're going to get you cleaned up."
Quackity hesitated, but he slowly stood up.

"Show me your hands..." Wilbur instructed, which Quackity followed, and showed the king his hands, which remained cuffed. Wilbur reached into one of his pockets and grabbed a key. He was careful as he unlocked the cuffs, allowing them to drop onto the floor. He gently grabbed one of his forearms, raising his hand and gently running his thumb over the forming bruises. "Are you alright?"
Quackity breathed out quietly, nervously taking his hands back. "I'm fine." He rubbed the bruises, only to flinch. "Ow- Ugh, whatever." He turned away, "Just... fine me or whatever you do."
"Fine you? There's no reason for that, after all, if nothing was broken or actually stolen, then there would be no reason for you to pay for anything." Wilbur chuckled lightly, "Besides, nobles have more money than they know what to do with. They could just give it to charity, but most of these nobles are too selfish to even think of it." His smile faded as he glanced away. "That matters not, right now." He turned back to look at him, "We'll get you cleaned up and looking more presentable, then once you're settled in, we shall discuss the terms of your permanent residence here."
Quackity perked up, "My-My what!?"