The Princes Poet

chapter two

When Wilbur got back to his house he decided instead of writing about what he was earlier he would write about his experience of meeting

"We bumped into each other

Fate

I helped him up and his hands were soft

While mine were sweaty-"

He paused thinking back to the situation when his palms got sweaty... that's weird usually that happens when you are- whatever no he was NOT in love with the prince plus he would never have a chance.

He was shorter than I thought he would be

A beanie instead of a crown

The beanie covering his raven black hair

It looked nice I'm sure it would smell good

He threw his pen down and crumpled the paper and threw it in the corner where there was a pile of crumpled papers.

He groaned and slammed his head on the desk trying to find an idea to write for his poem or at least a song. "Why is this so hard to write!" he shouted, frustrated.

Suddenly there was a knock at his door and Wilbur sat up

Knock knock knock

He stood up opening the door, there were then the castles guards standing there at HIS door

"Are you Wilbur Soot?" One of the guards asked and Wilbur nodded "Yes that's me what can I do for you?" Wilbur asked.

"We need you to come with us," the other guard said sternly.

Wilbur gulped nervously was he in trouble? Was this related to him bumping into the prince? WOULD HE BE EXILED?!

he took a deep breath and nodded if was in trouble with the king and prince he accepted it.

The guards lead Wilbur through the town. Wilbur felt all the eyes on him again the whole way to the castle.

Suddenly they were at the doors, they were huge for some reason there was no reason they should be this big.

They walked through the doors and stepped inside walking through the corridors to the throne room.

There was the King and Queens throne they were empty but someone was standing in front of them.

Someone Wilbur recognized.

Quackity turned around smiling when he saw Wilbur standing there with the guards. And with a wave of his hand the guards bowed and left the room.

After the guards were gone (not really they were standing outside the doors) Quackity approached Wilbur.

"Hello! You're the one I bumped into town right?" He said sounding cheerful.

Wilbur nodded "yes that was me- but I'm soooo sorry I don't want to be in trouble with the kingdom PLEASE DON'T EXILE ME!" He blurted out randomly.

Quackity paused, then he laughed, Wilbur froze. "W-what?- is something wrong?" He was genuinely confused.

Quackity calmed down "No, no you're fine that's actually not what I called you here for-" Quackity reassured.

"Oh. Well what do you need me for prince?" Wilbur questioned.

"I noticed you were a writer and I asked around about you and you're also a song writer am I correct?" Quackity confirmed.

"Yes I write songs and sometimes poems that usually end up as songs..." Wilbur replied.

"Perfect! So I was thinking you could be my own personal tutor for writing poems and songs" Quackity smiled.

"Wait what- why me?" Wilbur was confused on why Quackity was offering for him to be his own personal tutor.

"Because I had the guards get information on you of course!" Quackity answered as if it was common sense.

"Some of the citizens said they hear you singing and thought you were pretty good" He added.

Wilbur smiled that was good he guessed. "Alright I'll do it is there a specific schedule you want me to have and stuff you want me to bring?" Wilbur looked at Quackity straight in the eyes.

"Everything we need is here in the castle, as for a schedule how about everyday at 6AM till whenever we feel like it is a good time to end" Quackity asked.

Wilbur's eyes widened 'Everyday at 6AM?!' he thought he really didn't want to but it would be wrong to refuse what the prince wanted.

Wilbur held out his hand "Every day at 6AM" Wilbur confirmed.

Quackity beamed shaking Wilbur's hand "Every day at 6AM" he parroted.

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