Gachiakuta | Princess AU: Find you chillin' at the crib
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He steps through the trees, notices the little crib made of branches and fabric, and immediately stops the entire group with a raised hand.
“What is it?” one of the knights whispers.
“…Why is she in a cottage?”
Arkha slowly exhales, already tired.“I do not know. But I suspect the answer will make me regret asking.”
The moment Arkha sees the cottage, he raises a hand and the knights stop instantly:“…This is it.”
One of the dwarves leans on his axe from the doorway:“And if it is?”
Arkha’s gaze doesn’t move:“We are looking for a royal fugitive.”
Another dwarf snorts:“A fugitive? In our house?”
Arkha steps forward:“Move aside.”
The dwarf doesn’t.Instead, he tilts his head up slowly:“…You’re tall.”
A pause.Arkha pauses too:“…Yes.”
“That must be inconvenient.”
“It looks relevant.” The tension breaks for half a second because one knight behind Arkha almost laughs.
Arkha hears it.He does not forget it.
You poke your head up sleepily:“Oh! Hello, Arkha.”
“…Why are you in a cottage.”
You pause:“…The apple lady.”
Arkha closes his eyes:“Of course.”
“Hey, this place is actually kinda nice.”
A dwarf immediately blocks him with a pickaxe.“Nice?”
Enjin looks around:“Yeah. Cozy. Bit smoky. Could use more windows.”
“You just walked into our home.”
Silence......Then: “You don’t knock?”
Enjin grins:“I did. No one answered.”
Enjin immediately laughs when he saw you.
Like full disbelief: "You ran away from the palace… to live with them?"
You sit up slightly,rub your eyes.:"...They have soup."
''You know, I am starting to see your point''He said as he lays on one of their beds while eating a pie.
''Do i also get a kiss if i go to work?''
Gris doesn’t speak much when he enters.He just observes.The dwarves feel it immediately.
One of them crosses his arms:“…You’re the dangerous one.”
Gris finally looks at him:“You’re armed.”
The dwarf actually nods like that’s acceptable.Somehow, they understand each other instantly.Gris looks at the crib.Then at the dwarves.Gris stands behind them all, arms crossed.
“…This is a security failure.”
You look up at him:“I am secure.”
“You are in a forest crib.”
You nod.Very seriously:"...Over palace life."
Another nod: “I am cozy.”
“That is not the same thing.” You adjust your blanket:“It feels the same.”
Gris pinches the bridge of his nose:“I fought wars for this kingdom.”He looks personally betrayed.
Rudo is checking the cottage for traps.Because obviously this is suspicious.
Rudo steps inside and immediately crouches slightly.
Too many exits.Too many people.Too many unknowns.
One dwarf squints at him:“You always look like that?”
Rudo blinks:“…Like what?”
“Like you’re about to fight a house.”
Rudo grumple and walked to you. Rudo crouches slightly, inspecting the crib like it might explode:“…Is it safe?”
"You’re telling me you just… left?"
Slowly looks at the dwarves.
"...Honestly? Understandable."
Not at you.At the situation:"This is completely improper royal conduct."
Zanka is already offended:“This dwelling violates at least six safety regulations.”
One dwarf turns:“What’s a regulation?”
“…It’s-never mind.”He looks around again. Zanka is already writing notes:“This is a violation of royal protocol.”
You blink:“I have no protocol here.”
“That is exactly the problem.” He leans closer:“Why are you in a cottage, Your Highness?”
“Because it is safer than castles.”
“That is statistically incorrect.”
Zanka pauses: “…I hate that I cannot argue with feelings.”
The Dwarves teach him how to life,without the strict rules.He is learning,slowly
Goka has located the cottage in the middle of the forest,a little tiny for his size. Goka is the only one trying to be polite:“We are not here to cause trouble.”
A dwarf squints at him:“You’re all armed.”
“So you are here to cause trouble.”
Goka sighs and looks at you:“…You ran away alone?”
He stares at you for a long moment.Then quietly says: “…That is the bravest and dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.”
“That was not a compliment.”
Goka crouches beside the bed.Looks relieved:"We were worried you were kidnapped."
"...I technically escaped."
Tamsy is already sitting on the edge of the crib like he belongs there.No one saw him enter.No one knows how he got there.
A dwarf suddenly turns around:“…Were you there the whole time?”
Tamsy smiles:“Depends how long you’ve been talking.”
“It is if you don’t think about it too hard.”
“So,” he says casually, “how’s forest life treating you?”
“That’s dangerous. You should come back.”
“I fled for emotional peace.”
“Yeah, I heard the apple lady was intense.”
“She was smiling too much.”
Tamsy immediately makes himself at home:"Oh, this is nice."
A dwarf hands him soup.He stays forever:''We can plan the kingdom's downfall from here :)''
Bro Santa immediately sits down at the table.A dwarf watches him carefully:“You’re very comfortable for an intruder.”
“I’ve been in worse houses.”
The dwarf grunts:“…Fair.”
Bro Santa looks around the cottage.Then at you:"...You’re happier here."
You pause.Then nod.Bro Santa kneels beside the crib like a tired uncle"“…You ran from the palace.”
He nods slowly:“I’ve seen wars started for less.”
Everyone looks at him.He shrugs:“I’m just saying.”
He just smiles a little as he checks the cottage around. It was adorable,much to the angriest dwarf dismay.
He eats a piece of pie and nods:"...I get it."
Delmon ducks slightly under the doorframe.One dwarf immediately goes:“…You’re bigger than the cottage.”
Delmon nods:“I’ve been told.”
Then at you.Then at the forest:“…This is not secure.”
“I am secure,” you repeat.
The dwarves slowly warm up to him.Because of course they do.You are now all sitting at a table like a very confusing family dinner.
Follo is nervous the entire time.
“Uh-hello, we’re looking for the princess…” One dwarf points a finger:“She ran in crying?” Follo nods quickly:“Yes!”
Follo freezes:“…Wait, that easy?”
The dwarf shrugs:“She baked us soup.”
Follo turns slowly:“…She what.”
Follo looks like he is about to faint:“You… you ran away?”
Follo is red-faced.Absolutely flustered:"You just… left the palace…"
You nod:"...for a forest cottage."
Another nod:"...with dwarves."
You smile.He short-circuits.
August looks absolutely out of place in the rustic cottage:“This environment is unacceptable.”
A dwarf squints:“You’re wearing silk in a forest.”
“It is when I say it is.”August walks up slowly, eyes scanning your appearance. “…You left the palace in that?”
“That is not appropriate royal attire.” August looks around the cottage.Then sighs."...The lighting is terrible."
The moment Zodyl steps in-The room changes.Even the dwarves go quiet.
One whispers:“…Why is that one like that.”
Zodyl looks around slowly:“You are unharmed.”
“…Why do you sound disappointed?”
Nobody believes him.Zodyl stands in the corner.
Silent.Watching.One dwarf offers him stew.He accepts.Now he is part of the cottage.No one knows how.
You respond immediately:“The apples.”
A pause.“…I will remove the orchard.”
Jabber is already inside the cottage with you.
“How long have you been living here?”
“Nice. I brought snacks.”
“You are not helping the situation.”
Jabber immediately starts asking questions:“Do you mine here?”
“Why is your roof like that?”
“WHAT-”Jabber is already arguing with a dwarf about ownership of a spoon.He is winning.Barely.
Bundus immediately notices their tools:“You made this yourselves.”
A dwarf perks up:“You know metal?”
Bundus nods. A pause:“…You do it properly.”
The dwarf smiles slightly:“That’s the nicest insult I’ve ever heard.”
Back to you.Bundus kneels carefully:“…You could have come to me instead.”
“I didn’t want to bother anyone.”
“That is why I didn’t want to bother anyone.”
Bundus immediately helps repair a broken chair.Then another.Then fixes the roof.The dwarves adore him.Obviously.
Fu looks overwhelmed:“I think we may be intruding.”
A dwarf stares;“You think?”
Fu is trying to understand the logistics of your escape:"...You evaded royal security."
Fu is writing everything down:“This situation is… statistically unusual.”
“That is one way to say it.”
He looks personally defeated.
He doesn’t speak immediately.
Gountess doesn’t rush in like the others.Doesn’t draw attention.Doesn’t make noise.He simply arrives quietly at the doorway.
Sees the cottage.Sees the dwarves.Sees you.Sleeping again in the crib.For a moment-he just watches.Then softly:"...So this is where you went."
You stir.Open your eyes.Smile slightly:"...Gountess?"
He walks closer.Carefully.Like he’s afraid the moment might break:"...We were looking for you."
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