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This idea came to him while roaming the empty halls of the castle. Ever since Ros died it was like she took the lights with her, deep in the underground, unreachable...So as he desperately tried to illuminate the place again, make if feel like a real home again, his brain gears would keep on spinning.

He knew Bad had his reasons but it was hard. Hard to accept this, hard to live like this. Hard to handle all of this. He couldn't take it anymore, he had to find a way to make the castel lively again, a way to handel his feelings and that's how the plan sparked.

He remembered the offer green faction once made, to marry of theier princess (Tubbo) to someone in yellow. At that time he wasn't sure of this, but now? It seemed like a great opportunity. First of all the changes of a war happening where raising day by day and he had to admit that he didn't fell prepared.
Second of all, his new son (Zam) and crowned princess of yellow was also arround. And she reminded himself way too much of him. Everytime he looked at her, he couldn't help but be reminded of his younger days. Actually now that he was thinking about Tubbo also reminded him of Bad. Well not a one hundred percent replica but still pretty close.

And things where simple. The plan was to marry Zam to Tubbo. He hoped that Tubbo would move in one of the castle's room and his energetic personality would bring this place to life again..or at least dissipate the difeaning silince.

He quickly walked across the halls, looking for some fresh air. He left the building and flopped himself on the front stairs. He looked at the night sky, the moon barely visible. The night breeze was running through his blond locks. He sighed, his chest tightening as he glanced at the alley.

Everything feelt to much. He has know Bad for thousand of years, they have been through so much and yet he feelt as hurt as never before. He always have been aware of theier nature, of this bantering but along the way he has grown found of it. No, not of it, of Bad himself. He didn't like to admit but he developed feelings for him, like in the romantic sense. He had yearned for a connection in that direction with Bad for what feels like forever, but now? The way he hurt him, the way Ros dead would hunt to the rest of his days, all of this made him realise that maybe Bad didn't fell the same. He doesn't even knows why he thought of this in the first place.

He brushes this feelings away, deciding to get back on track. He opens the communicator, first thing checking if Bad was on and..ofcourse he was. Didn't expect anything else.

[you wishper to Bad: can we talk]

[Bad wishper to you: yeah]

[you wishper to Bad: in person? I'm at the castle stairs rn]

And he doesn't get an answer back but he knows he will come regardless. In moments the demon has revealed himself in front of his eyes.

"You wanted to talk?"
Foolish clears his throat before speaking. "Well ya. I have been thinking about your offer, of marrying Tubbo, and I believe I have found a good enough suitor."
Despite his white, empty pupils, he notices a spark of intrigue. He keeps talking. "My son and throne successor, princess Zam!". "Ya, I think that would work" "So...? Do we have a deal or something or.." Bad gets closer to him, he fells his breath stopping for a moment, the others silhouette looking stunningly in the moonlight light. "Somewhat. I think I'd be best if we discuss further tomorrow at the library. Maybe we bring the kids with us and eventually also have Beky there. Sounds good?"
Foolish quickly shakes his head in agreement. Bad extends his hand, seemingly waiting a hand shake. He knew this meant the deal, contract was settled. He places his palm in the demons hand. He always wondered how his skin was so soft, despite it looking dangerous and sharp.

Bad left as fast as he appeared. That was a good start, he thought to himself as he got up. He turned arround to enter the castel again and go to sleep. He had now to find a way to tell Zam and the other citizens of the kingdom about this..oh he alerdy knew this was gonna be awkard.

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"I have to what?!" Zam frantically screams as he gets up from his chair, the table shaking with him. Foolish can see the shock in his son eyes but before he gets to reply Beky scolds him.

Everyone in the room takes a glance at the balcony she was sitting up. He knows better than to mess with her, because if she wanted to she would absolutely smash the ground with you. Not in the physical strength but more like psychological..kinda that one parent that doesn't necessarily scolds you but you still fell guilty.

He shakes the thoughts of and returns his attention back. "Zam we talked about this.." "You told me we are going to an important meeting betwen the factions leaders and that I gotta keep calm. NOT THAT YOU ARE MARRYING ME TO SOME RANDOM?! Wait no even worse BADBOYHALO SON? FRIEND? OR WHAT ELSE THEY HAVE GOING ON?"
"Hey?!" Tubbo inserted himself in the conversation "Just because I'm the princess doesn't make Bad my dad from where the hell have you got that from?" Zam shoots him a glance.

"And I am gonna ask you again to behave yourself. We are here to finish a peace contract" Foolish says. Zam sighes "Why are they here then?" She points at aimsey and kylee "What do they have to do with this? AND HOW WOULD ME GETTING MARRIED WOULD SOLVE THE PROBLEM!"

"You'd be an example" Bad speaks. "To the other reaalmers, that peace can be possible despite our differences"
Foolish expected his son to reply something. Instead Zam mumbles something under her breath, flexing his fingers before touching his trident. "Zam!" He addres to him, this time with a scolding tone. Zam rolls his eyes, loosing the grip on his weapon.

Despite the atmosphere in the room, the discussion keept going. In the end a form of contract was signed.

Now Foolish, Bad, Zam and Tubbo where all walking back to the Castle. The younger walking behind the elders. Zam was staring at Bad intensely, wanting to stab him with his trident a billion times. Meanwhile Tubbo was talking and she didn't pay much attention to him. To be truth he barely knew anything about this guy. He has seen him at the ball, one of the first people to finish the maze. She thought that was smart of him..untill he discovered a whole in the floor wich cause in him blowing up. Second it was the fight with the giants, when the new members joined, all he did was sit there and look. Ah and she also heard tales about him owning the old tavern and having a supposed snail army.

Suddenly his interest is piqued when she hears him say "Why didn't they just marry eachother they are already gay enough for that" "What?" And he almost recoils at the thought of Bad being his dad "Ew no. I'd rather be married with you than have him be my dad" He stops, noticing Tubbo stretching himself. The sun was reflecting thru his moth wings, paiting the ground a red pattern, while reflecting a rose light. She didn't even know moth wings can reflect, weren't moth wings made of fuzz?Her eyes travels up, Tubbo's hands where above his head, and his antennas where slightly bended. He spots some muscles on his arms. And he had to admit that green suited him very well. It was a nice contrast.

"I don't get why you talk about me as I am some sort of disease" Tubbo breaks the silince as his posture suddenly drops back to normal. That's when Zam realise he has been staring. He awkardly clears her throat "Well you know, you are green and all that" She turns arround speading up, slighly flying above the ground to reach Foolish and Bad. He hears Tubbo run after them.

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Zam and Tubbo both stare at the room from the door frame. She let's the other enter first. His eyes following the red haired, trying to see if he can read any of his expression or emotions.

"Okay so I'll take the bed. You can sleep on the ground if you want." Tubbo's voice rings in his ear. She sees him flop on the giant bed in the side of the room. It's frame was good structured, with carefull carved swirls. It was made of birch wood and the covers where, obviously, yellow. "It's a whole ass bed, I'm sure we both will sleep comfortably in it" "Ooh so you want to sleep with me now? Is that what are you trying to say?" He spoke as he turned arround, laying on his stomach and giggling while looking at Zam. Zam can feel his face blush for a moment "No! I'm just trying to avoid sleeping on the floor!" "Ya I know, I'm just kidding. We don't need to start with the gay shit. We have enough yaoi on this world don't you think? It's kinda exhausting."

"That's fair...I think we need more yuri" "Naah..Aimsey and Ros fulfill that job perfectly...well they did.."

He feels a pinch in his chest. Ros...she misses her. She was supposed to be the one to take care over her kingdom and when she died..it's like the whole world died with her. She didn't deserve any of this.
Zam looks at Tubbo again, who seemed to look out the window. She grips her trident. And what was he doing now? He watched as the moth?bug? Hybrid. Something inside her sparkling. A form of rage, anger.
She has seen him go to Ros grave once but like the others he didn't seem to be as affected by her dead. Infact she could sworn he looked at Joe Broski with a weird look. And there was something about him that didn't sit well with her. She walked closer, getting her weapon in the position. His breath slow and steady.

Suddenly Tubbl turns arround and she hides her trident. Trying to seem as casual as possible. "My stuff won't arrive until tomorrow. Do you think I can borrow something of yours?"

Zam didn't even realise it was already getting late. He went and roamed thru the pile of bags, finally finding a pair of pants and a tshirt for Tubbo. "Here" "Thank youu" He takes them, lengthing the word for some reason.
Her eyes follows the other, untill the bathroom door is closed. He sighs, tiredly leaning on the Bed. She looked at the ceiling, admiring the beautiful infrastructure. Ros was truly an admirably arhitect..and with one last breath princesszam drifts into sleep.

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She suddenly opens her eyes as the impact sets in. He groans, realising she has been kicked out of the bed. Zam sloppily pushes himself of the floor. He feelt tired, despite sleeping all night.
She glances at the bed. Tubbo was all over the mattress, taking most of the space. He briefly recalls the nighte moments..where she keept getting slammed by him. He sighes.

For a moment the thoughts of killing him return to her. Zam doesn't know why but there was something she didn't like about this guy. Was it because he was from the green faction? Maybe, but he knows green members can be nice- for exemple pangi or lukey. No, there was definitely something else, something he can't point out yet.
She could grab his trident and run it straight to his chest. It wasn't like it would be a problem anyway, this guy died plantly of times. Would a minor dead, one she could make look like an accident be that troublesome?

He decides to go for it. He picks up his trident and walks up to the bed. She towers over him, holding the trident right above his chest. She watched his chest fall up and down. His steady breath was echoing the room, the sun painting his features, making his antennas look slightly glowy. She notices that the braid Tubbo usually wears on the left side was undone. He isn't sure why she assumed the guy would sleep in it. His googles where also missing from the frame and his hair seemed to be a tangled mess. But the soft rais of the sun where making the picture look...stunning? Breathtaking? Zam retracts his weapon, propping it on the nearest wall. She rubs his eyes. "You are just tired" He speaks to himself.

He goes to her bags, which she still had to unpack but for now it would work like this. She picks up one his favorite blue dresses and heads towards the bathroom, thinking a shower would help.

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A shower did help. He gets out of the bathroom feeling way better. It's like she was a new person but now she was hungry.
He carefully folds the dress he wore the other day, placing it on the pile of things. He goes to get his trident and while he is at that he takes another look at Tubbo. He was still sleeping. She wondered how could he sleep so calmly, even if the sun was straight in his face. Although the sun looked really good on his skin.

Suddenly she feels her face head up and quickly turns arround and rushes out of the room. He takes a deep breath, after he closed the door.
Why did this started to happen so suddenly? It was weird and he didn't like it, at all.
After a few moments she manages to calm down, regain her posture and decides to keep on going. It was probably the hunger anyway.

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Zam enters the kitchen and is happy to see his father. "Good morning" she greets. "Hello son. I'd like to talk something with you."

His father gesture for him to follow him. They walk to the dining table, where the breakfast was already being served.
Foolish sits at the of the table, Zam at his right. She notices the plate next to him was also full, presumably it was Tubbo's.

"Well?" Zam wonders as he shoves a piece of beacon in his mouth.
For a moment his father seemed distracted, but answers regardless. "Right. About the wedding, we decide the best it would be if the ceremony takes place at the library. Since it's neutral ground and a-"

She almost chocks on his food. The wedding! He just assumed that they are gonna sign some papers and that's it. Not that they are gonna have a real one. "We are still doing that? You know..we don't have to do all that right? I don't have to right?" He insists.

"Lisent, I know you don't like this but making it a proper wedding is the best. You'd be an example, just like Bad said and-" He cut Foolish again "I don't want to be an example or anything else?! I just want to life my life the way I want to! And not to marry somone from the fucked green faction!"

"Zam! Do you really want to risk a war? In out condition? We just lost Ros and I..I don't think we can handle any other losses okay? We are not prepared for that, not yet." "But you have me! And Sneeg! And you know damn well that I have triggered Bad's one shot protection." She noticed the look his father was giving her but she keept talking. "Fine...but let's say, unintentionally my husband dies...what would happen?"

"ZAM! Don't even think about that?!" "But he already died so many times! Why would this time matter?" "Because.. It doesn't matter! And I forbidden you from killing him!"

And just like that the discussion stopped. She slightly pissed, she didn't even get a proper answer at her question. He finished her breakfast as fast as he could. He decides he'll go for a walk, clear his mind and eventually visit Ros grave.

"Would please go and wake up Tubbo?" He doesn't answer. She just gets up and leaves the room.

He travels thru the halls. The grey walls towering over him. If it wouldn't be for the small candles, this place would look straight up from a horror game. Ros absence was really noticeable.

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The door squeaks as he opens it. It seemed like Tubbo was still sleeping. He didn't realise people could sleep for that long.

She grabs the red haired one by the shoulder, shaking him. The other mutters something but shows no signs of waking up. Zam shrugs. He tells himself he tried and decides to leave. It wasn't his job to wake him or to take care of him so he thinks that was already a good effort. Plus he has other things on his mind at the moment. His current priority is to save Pangi from his corruption. Not sure yet how would she do that, but she will figure something out, hopefully.