Wilbur gets drunk one day and finds himself stumbling into a familiar city, with a familiar owner. The one and only Quackity from Las Nevadas.

~Royal au~ Wilbur has one job. Assassinate the prince. He's been given this job because he is the best there is...and he's desperate. There's only one problem. The prince is really fucking hard to kill. And it only gets harder once Wilbur starts to- uh oh...fall for him? When another assassin turns up, things get a lot more complicated.