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"Your majesty." Tommy rolls his eyes away from Tubbo and Ranboo's squabbling to Sapnap. The man is kneeled, head bowed as he awaits Tommy's instruction. "Rise Sapnap, we're friends here." The man stands and looks up to Tommy. His throne is on a raised platform of three steps. It's an intricate molding of gold and stone. "Three enemy soldiers from the Arctic Empire have been captured sir, they've requested your audience." Tommy's always liked that about Sapnap, he's to the point, a wonderful change from the nobles who try to impress him with their stories when a sentence will do. The king tilts his head to the side, thinking.
He pays little attention to Tubbo's mischievous grin as he fails to quietly sneak behind Tommy's throne. Sapnap watches with keen eyes as he fights down a grin. Tommy chuckles and flicks a golden wing out. It hits Tubbo with a satisfying thack, the blonde chuckles as his advisor jumps away with a huff. He rounds the throne and plops himself down at Tommy's feet, tilting his head back.
He's obviously expecting his hair to be braided, Tommy celebrated when his friend's lost their nervousness of his wings. He bemoans past Tommy for not enjoying that anxiety, back when he had peace. His extra appendages rest just behind the throne, two dips down from the top to make room for them. Ranboo sits down next to Tubbo, he certainly looks interested in the thought of visitors. Tommy likes to keep the two out of public appearances often, less attempts on their lives.
Sapnap clears his throat, Tommy lifts his eyes to look down on the man. He finally sighs while half done with a small braid on Tubbo's brown locs. "Fine, bring them in." Sapnap bows and swiftly exits. The gold clasps hanging from Tubbo's vest work great to hold the hair together. He's got braids over the side of his head, Tommy works to make the other side match. Despite the hair on Tubbo's face he keeps the growth in the back well trimmed, Ranboo and Tommy's hair fall off their shoulders however. All Tubbo's braids are curled into a ball at the top of his neck; it takes at least five clasps to keep it in place. Tubbo has taken to flipping through the books next to him. Tommy has a side table next to his throne, he doesn't know why kings insist on a throne in an empty room, it's ridiculous.
When Tommy moves on to put Ranboo's hair into a fishtail braid Tubbo moves up and perches on the armrest of the throne. Just as Ranboo's getting bored enough to start asking Tubbo to read out loud or Tommy to sing, a knock hits the door twice. "Come in!" Tommy yells, both doors are pulled open, no doubt by the unseen guards that protect the room. Puffy and Dream walk in, three men in blue and white follow. The throne trio smile at the mother and son duo. The Arctic soldiers have light chains, just enough to not have much mobility. Just how Tubbo designed it. The five stand in the line, Dream at one end, his mother at the other. "This is King Theseus, Prince Tubbo, and Prince Ranboo." Puffy gestures after bending at the waist.
Tubbo abandons his book to watch the three. The middle one looks the oldest, with straw blond hair and sky blue eyes. The one closest to Dream is a hulking figure, intimidation not even disturbed by the pink hair cascading down his back. Closest to Puffy is a brunette man, he doesn't hold himself like that of a soldier. He's tense, sure, but his stance is open, and his nervousness shows plainly. His eyes are also glazed over strangely. Tommy narrows his eyes, is he hurt? Perhaps he is simply tired, the king ignores it for now.
Dream knocks his shoulder into Pink. "Bow." He grunts, Pink also looks dazed. Tommy holds a hand up, Dream bows instead. "Rise Dream, I am not angry, they cannot kneel in their chains. Design is important after all." The Knight stands but keeps his head down. "Of course, my king." He says. "Puffy, would you explain why you captured Arctic?" Tommy asks, she nods and steps forward. She points at the one in the middle. "This is Philza, he is the commander. This is Technoblade, he is second in command, and he is a witness so I thought to bring him." Tubbo raises an eyebrow and shares a look with Tommy, Philza looks to be the only one not muddled. Ranboo stands as his braid is completed, he sits on the other arm rest.
Tommy's leaned forward in his chair. "Why would you be wandering my borders, we are not on good terms." He says almost conversationally. Philza moves maybe an inch forward to answer before he pauses. "Your highness, you've been spoken on as a kind leader by your people ever since you came to throne. Your country is happy, they celebrate for joys unlike mine." Tommy was surprised, he expected curses to be spit at him. "Do you have something you wish to actually tell him." Dream hisses, Ranboo shoots the Knight a look that instantly has him quelled. Philza sighs, Tubbo knows that kind of sigh. It's been made by Tommy, back before the blonde had took the crown. Back when he would feed Ranboo and him before Tommy would take a bite. "I've inverted treason on my country, my liege has gone mad I believe. These are my sons, and I need them safe. I've dressed Wilbur is our uniform and taken off. Queen Eret is planning something against you-" Tubbo snorts "-and I thought to tell you in exchange for protection of some sort."
Ranboo can guess the look on Tommy's face. Brows pinched, lips pressed, head tilted. "I would offer protection even without Queen Eret planning something, you feel your sons are unsafe, you have brought them to me for safety. I wi-" Wilbur moves forward, Philza reaches out and holds his son back. "My apologies, your highness, my sons are piglin hybrids." Tommy snaps his fingers.
The server standing by a different door quickly walks over. "Tina, get gold jewelry and coins, they are fighting their instincts." The servant bows swiftly and power walks through the door. "I'll be sure to take care of that, my boys are hybrids too." The horns poking out of hair and Ranboo's tail curled around Tommy's arm makes it obvious. It's also obvious the other two are, tusks, pointed ears, red eyes, large statures. Tina shoves back into the room with a box.
She places it down in front of the chained bunch and lifts the lid. "Puffy, unlock them, I can take care of myself." He orders, Puffy unlocks Wilbur first as he struggles against his father. Then Technoblade who looks like he's digging his heels in to stop from lunging at the box. Finally Philza is released, he rubs at his wrists though they don't hurt much, some sort of padding? Techno and Wilbur shove gold on each other before both turning to their father. "I see they're still decorating pack, I'd get over there while I still have my arms Philza." Tubbo giggles. The older man has a small smile as Wilbur places at least 7 necklaces on him. Technoblade has his hands, shoving rings on. Technoblade blinks a few moments as he looks around before he sighs. Ranboo and Tubbo grin at the defeated sound. He turns and bows to the royalty. "Apologies, it seems I lost myself for a moment." He doesn't move to take any of it off though. Tommy waves his hand in dismissal. "We understand, L'Manburg is very safe for other world hybrids." Technoblade nods and places a large hand on his brother's back. "Wil, come on man, get it together." He murmurs, the brunette halts and sits shock still before shaking his head rapidly. "Right right, of course." He clears his throat and stands after nodding to Tommy.
"You can stay here as long as needed, but you must follow our rules." Tommy nods his head to Dream who clears his throat. "One, don't attempt to go into a room if it doesn't open immediately, it's locked for a reason. Two, don't disrespect staff in any way or we will be having a conversation depending on what you did. Three, touching either Prince will result in dire consequences that will make you wish you'd died. Four, don't steal, ask. Five, don't make unnecessary mess." The guard counts them off on his fingers.
The Arctic trio nod and shrug at each other. "Very fair rules I'd say, thank you." Philza bows deeply. Tommy smiles and waves him off. "Dream, take them to our guest quarters, make sure their rooms are close." The Knight bows and the four exist out a side door. Tommy narrows his eyes at their backs, the room seems to darken as his mood shifts. "Puffy." The guard jolts as she's addressed. She looks at the King and blinks in confusion at the sight before it's gone. He looks at her in a concerned manner. "Are you alright Puffy?" Golden eyes, gleaming teeth too sharp, fingers that drag on the ground- "Yes Sir, what do you need?" She asks coolly. He shifts his eyes to the door and her again. "Keep an eye on them for me, spies are always a worry." She nods, bows, and steps back out of the room.
"Do you think she knows?" Tubbo whispers, Tommy shakes his head. "She's not my concern, the ones blessed by Lady Death are a far more pressing matter." Ranboo rolls flashing slitted eyes around the room as he speaks.
"Lady Death should keep a closer eye on her feltlings."