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Wilbur took the throne after his Father's death, hesitant at first. Eventually, he was able to fill the role properly. He reached out to King Sam for help when he needed it, since their kingdoms now had a permanent alliance. As long as one never wronged the other.
Who would've thought that years later, Quackity would finally agree to adopt the little girls. Their daughters. Tallulah and Tilín. Neither of them spoke much, but that was okay. As long as they were happy. And they were.
Wilbur gazed at them fondly as they ran about the large throne room, chasing eachother as their soft giggles echoed around the stoney room. Quackity was seated at his side, their fingers intertwined. The both of them had a soft gaze and gentle smile.
Perhaps the world wasn't all that cruel.
People can receive a happy ending.
You just have to work for it.
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Fanfic°•°×Gilded. Verb. Give a specious or false brilliance to×°•° × Believed to have been cursed, Wilbur is the prince of a feared royal family known as the "Crafts". His father hates him. His brothers hardly acknowledge him. The royal staff hardly bat a...
