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"Wilbur, so glad that you could join us." The King wore a sickly sweet smile. That bastard. Wilbur's hand closed around Quackity's tighter on instinct.

"Why did you call me here, Phil?" Wilbur asked once he reached his Father's throne.

"'Phil'?" The King scoffed. "I am your Father, and you will refer to me as such."

"You haven't been my Father since you laid your hands on me the way you have. And if you-" He cut himself off as he caught sight of an unfamiliar woman walking into the throne room. One of the nobles. "Who is she?" He scowled.

"This is your suitor, you will be courting her." The King stood up and waved the woman over. She was a ginger, very delicate seeming, and she had the aura of arrogance. "Her name is Shelby Shubble, I expect you to treat her well."

"Prince Wilbur," Shelby greeted, giving a bow.

"Madame Shubble," His tone was distant, as was his demeanour.

"Please, you can just call me Shelby." She gave a sweet smile, holding her hand out to him expectantly.

"No, thanks." He gave a sarcastic smile and started to walk out, pulling Quackity along with him. The ravenette hadn't said anything, but it was obvious that he had enjoyed the interaction. Especially the way Wilbur had just walked away from Shelby.

"Wait, Wilbur!" Shubble hurried after him, grabbing his other hand. Wilbur jerked away from her, scowling as he faced her.

"I don't know who you think you are, but don't touch me." He sneered, leaning close to her. "You're a noble, not royalty. Learn your place." He pulled Quackity closer to him, then began to walk again.

Once they were out of the throne room-having left Shubble behind-Quackity pulled Wilbur into a nearby room and locked the door, pinning him up against the wall, causing Wilbur to let out a small yelp. "That was hot, soot." He whispered lowly, his voice husky. "You're doing so well with defending yourself, it makes me so proud."

Wilbur felt his face reddening by the second, his heart racing. Quackity was so close to his face, it made him remember his first intimate interaction. The ravenette had made him feel so good, he wanted more. "Can I...can we...?" Wilbur hesitated, slowly wrapping his arms around his waist.

"Words, Soot." Quackity murmured, his breath brushing against the shell of his ear. Instead of waiting for the brunette to find his words, he pressed his lips against his aggressively, eliciting a small squeak of surprise from the taller.

Wilbur leaned into the kiss, letting his body relax as he gave in. The sound of the door being unlocked startled them, breaking the kiss off too soon for Wilbur's liking. Wilbur was surprised to see Tommy opening the door, an odd look on his face.

"Dad said you ran away from Shubble." His tone was flat but there was a hint of confusion in it.

"Is that a problem?" Wilbur ran a hand through his brown curls, stepping closer to his younger brother.

"Well, yeah, it is. You're supposed to be courting her, not running away!" Tommy didn't sound particularly mad, but his raised tone sparked irritation within him.

"Watch your tone, Tommy." He spoke sternly, taking another step forward only to feel Quackity holding him back. "My dating life is no concern to you," he went on in a softer tone, trying to be understanding. "Just because Phil set me up with a suitor, doesn't mean I have to like her or date her, or anything of that nature. She's a noble, it's not like he's trying to marry me to a princess to unite kingdoms."