Sixteenth Day Event Prompt:
Fundy learns he is the heir to the throne of L'Manberg
As expected for a prompt combining my favourite genre (fantasy) with my favourite dsmp blorbo (Fundy), this kinda got away from me and I ended up having way too many ideas that I couldn't finish everything for today. Enjoy the first scene of what will hopefully be a longer fic!
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The throne room was silent as Prince Tommy knelt before the empty throne, the midday sun shining in from above and casting a glow around him. From behind the throne approached the regent, Eret, with the crown carried in their hands.
The rest of the room was still, save for the servants, who could only pause in their work for a moment to sneak glances at the coronation. Fundy was among them, craning his neck to peer around the guests while his practised hands gathered empty glasses on a tray. While the scene did intrigue Fundy, he was mostly watching so he could share its details with Niki, who was working in the kitchen and would miss the coronation entirely.
And then, right as Eret came to a halt in front of the Prince, the sun went out.
A gasp went around the room as it fell dark - even the sconces along the wall had gone out - and Fundy found himself peering through the gloom to try and figure out if it was a good gasp or a bad one. Some of the guests were muttering amongst themselves, but Prince Tommy hadn't risen and Eret seemed calm, so maybe this was how things were meant to go.
His eyes were drawn to the crown in Eret's hands. It glowed with a soft light, as if the sun still fell upon it, and was the sole bright point remaining in the room. His fingers itched with the desire to touch it.
Shaking his head to dismiss the urge, he focused on the tray he was holding as he prepared to slip through the shadows and head back to the kitchen. The sight of something shimmering made him pause. At first, he thought it was reflected light from the crown, but as the glittering specks grew into tiny stars dancing across his hands, he realised something weird was going on. They kept on growing, brighter and brighter, until it wasn't stars but the sun itself captured beneath his skin.
When he lifted his gaze, he froze at the sight of the whole room staring back at him. The guests, their whispers growing louder, Eret, their face mostly hidden behind tinted glasses, and worst of all, Prince Tommy, whose expression was caught somewhere between shock and incandescent rage.
All Fundy could think was that he wished he'd been stuck in the kitchen too.
