𝑨𝒄𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 || Dreamnoblade || Discontinued (?)

Chapter 22

A/N: According to wattpad statistics, this is likely the only dreamnoblade story some of you read! So, if you don't mind, read the one below! It's free. You can always stop reading later!

(It's actually really good and I want to send them support, so if you don't mind, please check it out!)

https://www.wattpad.com/story/243169364-THE-ENCHANTED-SWORD by cl0wnthoughts

Thank you for all the comments btw!! So many were just so nice and motivating!! Anyways! Enjoy the chapter!

Wilbur's POV:

At the crack of dawn, light began trickling through the window in slivers of gold. The curtains, barrier between, were brushed aside, allowing the warmth to pour against the marble floors. A brown overcoat was draped over my shoulder as well, indications of a presence I was all too familiar with.

"What the fuck...?" I murmured hoarsely, sitting up from my desk. A sharp ache at my shoulder flashed the memories of yesterday's all nighter, revealing I had been sleeping in this position.

Fuck dude... how long was I out...

"Good morning, Wilbur," a soft, melodic voice rang, interrupting my train of thought.

The source of it was standing by the doorway, holding a small tea tray of ornate, porcelain wares. She wore a pink, strawberry dress, flowing down either sides of her body. An exhibition of dutiful elegance.

I flashed a warm smile, waving her over, "Good morning, Niki, any news?"

The blonde nodded in acknowledgement, beginning to pour the tea. Following, she began briefing to me, about Techno's anticipated return, Fundy's recent escapades, and a recent fire by the Craftian forest.

I hummed at her briefing, shrugging off the coat and beginning to straighten my loose paperwork. They had stacked high up, almost towering. Days of work and reports, all on the Dream-Sapnap case were piled like a 5 tier-cake.

"How's my little champion doing, anyways?" I cooed, now teasing at the mention of Fundy. "Heard he's striving for the bishop position..."

Niki laughed at that, face morphing to a genuine, sweet smile.

"He stopped by the bakery this morning. To ask about the castle. Really misses you. We all do..."

Leaning over, Niki hands me a small cup of tea. It's a fragrant herbal, radiating a warm, soothing aroma. The heat caresses my face like a warm embrace.

"It smells great." I noted, cheeks hurting from a smile. Taking a sip, I relish the sensational sweetness of the liquid, as well as the warming sear on the tongue.

"Niki, you always took care of me. Of us. Thank you." I murmured, flash an earnest smile, almost prideful. "You are of my most loyal, and treasured subjects..."

Niki gave a curtsy at that, bearing a look of tenderness. She straightened, looking straight forward to me.

"Of course. It is my duty. After Phil steps down, you will be my king, as well as friend, Wilbur. I will serve you as both."

Her words were striking and firm, strong in manner. For a small, delicate girl, she had the tenacity of thousand men. It brought a mild, sad smile to my lips. A feeling of doubt swarmed, the result of self-conflict.

"Well, Niki... you know how much my brothers mean to me. And I, as a ruler, am quite emotional."

I set down the tea cup, glancing up to meet her eyes, to which were determined, yet soft. She had this fire of loyalty, one I would kill myself, before I'd even think of extinguishing.