"Tommy! Wanna hear a story?" The elder sister exclaimed
"Wilby!" The younger brother cheered, grinning and nodding aggressively in excitement as he did the grabby hands at his sister as she approached the little one's crib with a messily made DIY book.
"It's Willow not Wilby," the father chimed in with a chuckle.
"It's alright Toms, you can call me Wilby," Willow smiles, sitting next to the crib, Tommy crawls over and looks at Willow with his big, blue eyes, "Phil!" Willow whined, their father chuckling.
"Alright alright, I'll get your reading light," Phil said, grabbing a small flashlight from the shelf and bringing it to Willow who snatches it and uses it to illuminate the book within the dark room.
"Ready Toms?" Willow asked, Tommy grins and nods.
"Well… a long time ago, there were two princes, just like us Toms," Willow said, poking Tommy's nose making the baby giggle.
"You're a princess, Will," Phil chuckles, making Willow smile and roll her eyes.
"You get my point! Anyway-... the younger prince had a big brother, but the younger prince was the crowned one, his brother was a bastard,"
"Will! We do not use such words here-!" Phil tried to intervene but Willow kept talking.
"His big brother was slandered for being different and impure, and the crowned prince was spoiled and given all the families attention, the bastard prince was forgotten, the workers ignored him, his own family forgot about him, and the only time he was seen was to be slandered and cursed for what the boy couldn't control,"
"Willow… where did you get this story? You're just 5-" Phil once again tried to speak, being interrupted.
"The bastard prince was angry, he was sad, and lost, so he fled the kingdom, to test if anyone even cared, but no searches were ever conducted, and the boy was abandoned, left in the woods on his own, and it remained that way for years, he only returned decades later when the kingdom was in shambles from the the bastard princes brother who became a tyrant king.
The bastard was a handsome, kind young man, he was smart and talented, the man knew he should take over, but even with the pain… he couldn't kill and dethrone his own little brother, but he knew it was the good thing to do… but he loved his brother, but he stepped up those stairs, shake hands with a blade in hand as he approached his tyrant brother who was too distracted drinking wine-"
"Okay! That's enough Willow, it seems you've been reading too many stories!" Phil chuckles, gently tugging Willow to her feet and nudging her towards her bed, making the princess pout, Phil gently removing the book from her hands, "goodnight Moonlight," Phil said, Willow huffs and goes to bed.
Phil lifts the book, looking at it and realising…
…..
"that's not the story she was telling…"
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Wilby. (Transbur royal au)
FanfictionA story about young Willow Minecraft, now known as Wilbur Soot, grew as a bastard princess in a royal family, and had to deal with being a transprince.
