FNAF Sun Judges Arts & Crafts: Kids Vs Adults

FNAF Sun judges arts & crafts: kids vs adults

Fealty Pt. 1

Universe: Royal AU

Word Count: 6,658

Pairing: Glamrock Freddy x Monty

Rating: T (cursing, violence, angst)

A/N: So this sketch by @frechiiie has lived in my mind rent free, and now I'm making it everyone's problem. I was trying to write this so they could enjoy it while they were on art rest, but it took a little longer than expected because the plot breached containment, and got a little angsty. If they see this, I hope they still like it!

A few notes before we jump in: bear with me, this is my first time writing for FNAF. I'm using characters from every game to fill the roles, so I've changed a few names to differentiate from each other. In this part, Funtime Chica is Queen Charis so that way I can use the name for Glamrock Chica. The main Bonnie is the Glamrock version as well. This world has anthropomorphic animals as the main species, and while humans exist, they are more of a rare, considered mutant, second class species. Except for horses, because I refuse to create a new mode of transportation.

I still have a lot of world building to do for this story, so if anyone really wants to see more parts, please let me know! That way I know which project requires more of my attention lol. I'll probably post it on other sites once I'm more confident in my overall plot, but for now, please enjoy!

Elegant calligraphy imprinted in Bonnie’s mind, replaying the message as if he could hear the softness of the Queen’s voice that hid an icy edge underneath. A written invitation he could not refuse: Sir Bonnibel. Come to the study once you’ve arrived in town. It’s been so long since you’ve been home, and we have much to discuss. The folded scrap of paper weighed heavy in the little satchel strapped to his side.

A guard had been waiting by his residence to deliver this message. Bonnie knew she tracked his movement the second he crossed the Plexian border. Foolish to think he’d get even an hour to prepare for this conversation, much less a good night’s rest. That’s how Queen Charis plotted. Rather than wrestling for the information like a standard enforcer, she’d strike once the person hit their lowest point, exhausted, starving, not willing to put up the fight. She’d wear that smile so pretty for society members and draw their attention away from the cold hard stare in her eyes—a sharp tongue whispering empty promises in exchange for beneficial secrets.

It’d be the first time Bonnie stood on receiving end instead of hiding next to his best friend on the sidelines.

His guilt threatened to drown him as the castle blocked the setting sun, casting a shadow over an already melancholic man—how fitting of an atmosphere for his situation. The guards allowed him through the gates without nagging him about identification. Even Herald, little Helpy to Bonnie, took his horse, a tight smile on his face, but not a word out of the usual chatterbox. Bonnie wondered if anyone knew the exact reason why the Queen had unleashed her anger, or they avoided a possible punishment by being in the presence of the man who caused it.

His footsteps echoed in the stone hallways as he headed to the study. Flickering torches brought some light but no warmth to the castle. A permanent chill had settled into the walls since the king passed away two years ago. Being away for a fortnight made Bonnie forget how it clung to your skin, heavy with foreboding. Without the never-ending music mixing with the memorable laughter of the king, it felt like a different place than what he called a childhood home. His heart ached for his dear friend imprisoned in this fortress. Could the prince continue to survive without his only link to the outside world?

Bonnie paused at the door, masking his true self as his father trained him to do. A far more potent weapon than others realized, especially in the battle he was about to face. After he knocked three times, the faintest sound of approval whispered through the wooden barrier. Inside, Queen Charis sat on a velvet throne, unpractical for a workspace, but the king desired all his possessions to flaunt wealth and power. One would hardly see him hunched over documents the way Her Majesty did. Spectacles perched on the end of her beak, a quill in one hand, and her hair braided from her eyes.

“Welcome home, my dear,” she greeted without emotion, scribbling away.

Bonnie bowed. “Thank you, Your Majesty.”

“How was the campaign?”

“Successful. No beast, just a few of the village children playing a prank.”

She gave a disapproving click of her tongue. “So, a waste of resources?”

“I assure you that we had them understand the severity of their actions.”

“Good.” Her eyes remained on the document in front of her. “When do you leave?”

“In three weeks,” he answered. Bonnie’s ears drooped, hearing himself say the timeline. Now it felt so real.

“And what will it take to make you stay?”

He did his best to stand at attention, not fall to his knees and scream at the ground. It’d take nothing to escape the fate his father dangled in front of his face his whole life. It was a test; he knew it.

“Your Majesty, I know you need not reminders of the war front. Fath—The General’s reports are getting worse.”

Charis narrowed her eyes and finally looked at him. “If it touches our borders, who will protect my son?”

“If it ever comes to that, I have faith in the skills I’ve taught him.”

“No!”

Bonnie jumped as she slammed her fist into the desk. She gritted her teeth, taking in shaky breaths to calm herself. Even though he’d angered her, he knew Queen Charis never displayed such rash emotions in front of anyone outside her trusted circle. Still, he averted his gaze until she composed herself once more.

“I’m sorry, Bonnie.”

An apology and his nickname? The Queen was practically groveling, even if this was manipulation. She rose from her throne to stand before him. Only a head shorter than him, Bonnie saw the effects of her title on her delicate frame. Shadows hid underneath perfectly painted makeup to take away from weary eyes, and her shoulders strained to stay upright, regal.

“He’s not ready for this. I know I hold responsibility for it, but the world is cruel. If I can protect him just a bit longer….” Charis trailed off, letting out a heavy sigh. “Are you ready to abandon him?”

“Are you asking me to abandon our country?”

Both questions hung in the air. They shared a grimacing look, knowing that neither could step down to the other. Instead, the expectations of their roles overruled petty disputes about love and family. Finally, the Queen lowered her gaze and fixed her ruffled feathers.

“I will write to Silocas to see when they can take Fredrick.”

Bonnie’s mask cracked. His eyes widened. “Silocas?”

“They’re far enough that I won’t worry about his safety.” She turned slightly to pluck a letter from the pile of documents. “It would be good for him to meet Duchess Chica during his visit.”

“Plexian is safe, Your Majesty. Even if I’m not here, I am still protecting him out in battle,” he urged.

“Thank you for your concern, but I’ll need your attention on stopping that Afton creature.”

“What will the people think if you send the crown prince away from the conflict rather than help you deal with it?”

She raised a hand to silence him. “I’ll handle my son and my kingdom, Bonnibel.”

Swiftly, the Queen sidestepped him to make her way out of the study. Bonnie reached out but stopped himself short of grabbing her. The reprimands of his father echoed in his mind that emotions were dangerous and unsuitable for their positions proved partially true. That did not dissuade the pain gripping his heart, squeezing it with thoughts of Freddy when he learned that he’d lose his only friend and his home. A new cage disguised as a “summer adventure” for the time being. A hidden arrangement Bonnie heard rumors about but could never confirm in hopes of warning his friend in time. Few people realized that Frederick IV and Charis shared a cruelness for not getting their way. It didn’t matter whom they hurt in their punishments.

He leaned on the doorway, gripping the edges to stabilize himself. He tried to calm his ragged breathing, thinking of an idea to patch this broken mess. Then, when the first thought came, he took no time to consider the consequences.

Bonnie scrambled after her. “Your Majesty, I have a replacement!”

She stopped but did not turn.

“I’ve met a fine warrior on my past travels. He’s recently moved closer to the capital, and I believe he can care for the prince as well as I have.”

Humming in thought, the Queen peeked over her shoulder. “You realize your word carries value.”

“Yes, I vouch for him.”

He stood tall to emphasize his statement. Even if his panicked idea didn’t work, the result remained the same: Charis shipped Freddy off to Silocas. At least, this gave him a chance to take someone familiar to the unknown if she didn’t keep her end of the deal.

Charis approached him, dusting off his chest plate and adjusting his cape. His tail fluttered at the only motherly touches he’s ever known. One hand moved to caress his face, her nails slightly pricking his skin.

“Bring him here. Use the time you have left wisely.”

~ ~ ~ ~

“So, what’s it gonna be?”

Monty leaned over the counter, pressing his snout close to the pub owner’s face, Bee-Bee. It was such a ridiculous name for an influential person in the city, but it fit his child-like appearance with his pudgy face that didn’t seem to catch up with the rest of his growing body. Bee-Bee gave Monty an eerie smile. His head almost clicked when it turned to the side, facing a skinnier young human on the other end. This guy had that same creepy child-like face.

“Oh, Dee-Dee! Did we hire a mercenary?” he asked.

Dee-Dee mirrored his smile. His high-pitched voice chirped a response, “Can’t say we have, brother!”

“Looks like you have the wrong place.”

“How unfortunate!”

Monty dug his claws into the bar counter, growling. “Look, I don’t want things to get ugly. Just pay me the other half you owe me, and you’ll never see me again.”

“You’re making our patrons uncomfortable. Do the right thing and head out,” Bee-Bee warned.

“Guess you want to get ugly.”

“Oh, boys!” Dee-Dee called out in a singsong voice.

A large shadow blocked the already dim light of the bar, leaving Monty in near darkness. Whatever had caused it grabbed him by the shoulders and yanked him away from the bar counter. He gritted his teeth, not wanting to cry about the grip crushing his bones. Two identical mangey, scarred bears grabbed one of his legs, each in the same punishing hold. Monty looked up at the first attacker to find a third ugly face sneering down at him. Great. Triplets. It clicked for Monty how a pair of humans held so much power without consequence or opposition.

“GET HIM OUT OF HERE!” The patrons cheered in unison.

Unfazed by his squirming, the three bears carried Monty out of the pub while Bee and Dee watched with their haunting smiles. He snapped at the hands holding him, but his jaw remained slightly out of reach. They lifted him high in the air before throwing him like a child bored with their doll. His head slammed into the swinging door, and his body skidded across the muddy streets. Monty struggled to lift himself. Elbows wobbled beneath him until they gave out, making him splash in the mud again. The quiet snickers from the people outside the pub refueled his anger.

“Those fuckers owe me money!” Monty roared.

“Get out of here ‘for we show ya how outsiders are really treated,” One of the bears warned. The group of three returned to their masters.

The gator seethed, digging his claws into the earth. Fuck them. Fuck everyone in this damn snobby city. Back in Fright, an establishment could go up in flames for showing disrespect like that. A broken deal meant you didn’t care about your life very much. Monty shoved the urge to practice old traditions again, knowing he’d had enough accusations on his case.

As he attempted to rise from the mud again, a hand appeared in front of his face. He looked up to see a familiar purple bunny kneeling at his level. Monty snapped his maw at Bonnie’s gesture and got up on his own. Then, Bonnie opened his arms in a playful gesture, awaiting a hug, but Monty was in no mood for his bullshit. He shoved past him, stalking away.

“Can’t leave you alone for a second,” Bonnie groaned. “I’ve been hunting you down for two days.”

Monty twisted back to yell at him, “The hell you doing here?”

“Could ask you the same thing.” Bonnie jerked his thumb at the pub behind them. “Please, don’t tell me you did something for The Barrel Boys. I warned you about their under-the-table deals.”

“You also said there would be work out here! Guess who’s sleeping in a stable cuz they can’t even afford the fucking inn!”

Bonnie’s ears drooped, and his gaze fell. “Monty, I’m-”

Monty cut off the useless apology with a scoff. Waving the bunny off, he started his way back to his lovely home sweet home. It was his fault for believing Bonnie’s whole song and dance about the capital being the best place ever. He smelled the hero complex from a mile away. Bonnie kept coming to every street match Monty fought, giving his betting wins to the gator at the night’s end no matter the insult Monty threw at him. Sang praises that he deserved so much more than entertaining gamblers. Monty allowed the kindness to pierce through his shield, and it ended with his dignity in the mud.

Glancing back, he saw Bonnie not far behind. Predictable.

“You have every right to be mad, but I’m going to make it up to you.”

Monty ignored him.

“Got a proposition for you. Come back to my place so we can talk.”

When Monty still didn’t respond, he heard Bonnie run. He pulled Monty back so they’d face each other.

“Come on, mate. You can wash up and have my bed for the night.”

“I don’t need a knight to save me,” Monty growled, pushing Bonnie and leaving a muddy handprint on his shiny chest plate.

Bonnie rolled his eyes. “You forced my hand. The Queen has requested your presence.”

His maw opened to say something smart until Bonnie’s statement hit him. The fact that the most influential person in Plexian was aware of his presence was the worst news he’s heard today. Did those Barrel assholes rat him out to cover their tracks? Using his silence against him, Bonnie pushed him to start walking in another direction.

“In the cart, scale tail. Just got my horse groomed.”

They spent most of the ride arguing for Monty to stop touching Bonnie’s things. If the fluffbutt didn’t want to at least buy him a drink for his troubles, he’d have to deal with Monty finding entertainment elsewhere. Bonnie allowed one stop to get Monty’s things from the inn’s stables because they were on “a serious mission” that he wouldn’t talk about until they were alone.

Freshly washed, dressed in Bonnie’s spare clothes. Monty let out a relaxed breath as he settled into the hand-carved rocking chair.

“Tea?” Bonnie asked as he fed the fire.

“Anything stronger?”

“Not tonight.”

“Cmon, let me drink before the queen orders my execution.”

To his surprise, Bonnie didn’t react to his teasing. Instead, he stared blankly into the fire without scolding or a snippy comeback. Monty leaned forward. “Bon?”

“My father called for me. I’m going to war.”

Monty found himself on his feet, walking to Bonnie. He reached out but pulled back, unsure how to comfort his friend, if he even wanted that. So, he sat next to him.

“When did it happen?”

“During the last campaign for the Queen, he sent a letter. I saw the horrors that awaited me by just looking that messenger in the eye. Father said it was time for me to help end the war.”

“What about your cushy palace job? Isn’t that important?”

“Not to him. In his mind, I’d be the next General. Now the Queen is angered that I’m refusing to stay for the prince.” Bonnie broke his gaze from the fire to stare Monty deep in his eyes. “I vouched for you to take my place and become his personal guard.”

“What?” Monty felt a chill run along his spine. “You didn’t.”

“She’s threatened to send him away. If the people believe their future king fled during a time of war, they’ll never trust him. His own mother is going to sabotage his reign.”

Monty scrambled onto his feet. “That has nothing to do with me!”

Bonnie chased after him. “I know we haven’t been acquainted for long, but I’m begging you, Montgomery. I need someone I trust to watch over him.”

“You have to be fucking insane!” Monty balled up his fist, wanting to hit anything, everything. “When you said you’d help me, I didn’t think you’d throw me to the wolves!”

“It’s the best job you could get!”

“Someone like me won’t survive the pompous bullshit of royalty! You think I’m gonna let some rich boy push me around cuz he still needs a babysitter?”

“Freddy isn’t like the others. He’s- he’s-!” Bonnie grabbed his ears, tugging them harshly, “He’s my best friend!”

Monty crossed his arms, looking at the window instead of Bonnie. What did any of that matter to him? Ever since he’s stepped foot in this place, the locals haven’t given him a reason to stick around. Especially when Bonnie’s kind words about the royal family seemed forceful, like it strained him to say it. Well, now that Monty thought about it, he never acted like that when praising this, Prince Freddy. More genuine than something required for the job. A sniffle made him peek back at Bonnie, watching him quickly wipe his tears from his cheeks. Shit. Monty’s never seen the damn bunny do anything but smile. If protecting the prince meant this much to him...

“What makes him so special?” Monty mumbled.

Bonnie choked out a laugh. “As idiotic as it may sound, he’s kind. I’ve watched this man suffer because of his family, yet he pulled through with a loving heart. This damn place may have a chance if he gets the crown.”

“Don’t know much ’bout your kings, but as long as he’s not whiny or demanding, I’m sure he’ll be fine.”

Bonnie sighed. “I know I’m asking for a lot, but I trust you.”

“You really shouldn’t.”

“If you come with me to the castle tomorrow and still refuse, I’ll accept it.”

Monty pinched between his eyes, knowing he’d regret this. “Fine.”

Bonnie tackled him in a hug. “So honorable, Sir Montgomery!”

“Agh! Get off me, fluffy!”

They wrestled for a bit until Monty gave into his embrace. Bonnie laughed, patting Monty’s back.

“Better get some rest for the big day. The bed’s in there.” He jabbed his thumb at the small room in the corner before settling in his chair.

“Nah, getcha ass in there. I’m not taking it.”

“You’re a guest.”

“Hardly.”

“I haven’t been sleeping much lately, so…” Bonnie shrugged.

Monty saw a peek of the world bearing on the freshly minted knight with that tiny crack of emotion earlier. He wondered how often Bonnie replaced his sorrow with a joke or a gleaming smile. Coping like that would drown someone eventually. It was just a prettier version of Monty's actions: letting the anger hide his true feelings.

Pulling Bonnie off the chair, Monty used the surprise to throw him on the bed. Bonnie tried to protest, but Monty squeezed next to him, resting his head on his arms.

“You can tell me everything or nothing, but let it out.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Look, we both know the ugliness that’s waiting out there. You can’t fight for your life if you don’t clear your head. So come to terms with it before it eats you alive.”

He watched Bonnie blink, unable to process the forbidden. Not all soldiers and knights were cold-hearted, but they tried to ingrain that shit into your mind. That vulnerability could put you or the people you’re trying to protect at risk, so you got the job done and moved on. From the way Bonnie talked about this prince, he assumed that he became the outlet for the bunny. Tonight, Monty could take a turn and open a space for Bonnie to show his humanity.

Bonnie laid back, holding his hands over his face. First, a few sniffles broke through. Then, his body heaved with heartbreaking sobs. Bonnie curled into Monty’s side, allowing Monty to wrap an arm around him. Neither attempted to separate, even when Bonnie fell quiet, and they finally drifted off to sleep.

~ ~ ~ ~

Unfortunately, Monty’s kindness only earned him a wake-up call before the sun peaked over the horizon. Bonnie forced him to clean up his cheap armor like it would somehow impress the Queen. He’d even let Monty borrow one of his nicest tunics gifted by the late King Fredrick IV. It meant nothing to Monty, but he followed every instruction, too tired to fight. Plus, if he promised to remain presentable, Bonnie would allow him to sleep in the cart on the way there.

Aside from dozing off every once in a while, Monty imagined what awaited him in the palace. He’d heard fairytale-like stories in his youth by the older kids, bragging about how they’ve seen the riches of Plexian on their travels. Fabrics of the softest material dripped with sparkling jewels. Men and women with painted faces like the old ladies that hollered at the boys walking through Fright Forest. Food. It didn’t matter what kind. The fact that they had food at all perplexed the young gator, who hunted for scraps every day. Now, he knew the capital gained their riches through corruption and secret dealings with the black market, yet he secretly wanted to ask Bonnie to confirm these childhood rumors. Today, he’d find out himself.

“Almost there! We’re passing through the market,” Bonnie announced.

Monty jumped out of the carriage to explore for himself, so Bonnie slowed the horse’s pace to a brisk trot. Nothing at the beginning of the city's border looked out of the ordinary. The people in Plexian dressed better than residents of his home, but the noble clowns were probably closer to the palace in the distance. He eyed all the goods that no merchant would dare display so willingly in other towns. Shades of rusty spices tickled his nose. Jewels glittered under the sun as the seller praised the pieces to people passing by, lifting them in the air. Monty knew a few pieces were nothing more than cut glass with just a glance. Floral scents floated on the early morning breeze, drawing him to the small stand. The merchant wore a strange mask with a painted smile and a long black robe. They remained silent while presenting their small selection with a wave of their arm. A human hand peeked out of the end of their sleeve.

Monty felt bad leaving their stand even if the person’s aura sent chills down his spine. He knew humans had a hard time surviving out in the world because of the legends about them. It couldn’t be any more accessible in the capital, which he assumed is why they hid like this. Swiping up a bouquet of pink flowers, Monty gave the merchant the last of his silver pieces. They tried to only keep one, but Monty waved them off and returned to Bonnie’s side. It seemed they needed it more than he did.

“Aw, for me, my sweet Montgomery?” Bonnie fluttered his eyes.

“Tsk, ’fraid not. Felt like I should get something for the Queen. Don’t the royals love gifts and stuff?”

“Well, she does like pink. I’m sure the carnations will be a nice touch to the study.” But under his breath, he added, “There’s no pleasing that woman.”

Great. Not even inside the castle, and Monty was already messing up due to the bullshit of royal etiquette. He tossed them into the cart. There was no point in offending the woman even more, knowing she’d be unimpressed by his existence.

At the gate, guards glared down at them, and one yelled down, “State your purpose!”

“Have you forgotten me already? It’s only been a few days!” Bonnie joked. He groaned when none of them responded, puffing up his chest dramatically. “I, Sir Bonnibel, and I have brought Sir Montgomery to have an audience with the Queen.”

The guards chittered amongst themselves for a bit, leaving them at the gate.

“Usually take this long?” Monty asked.

“Sometimes. They have to confirm my story is true even though,” Bonnie raised his voice to a yell, “all the guards should’ve known about the newcomer! Maybe show up to the briefings once in a while!”

Monty snickered at his rebellious behavior. Maybe Bonnie wasn’t lying about being beloved by the castle staff if they let him act like that. The sound of creaking metal echoed as the two large iron gates opened for them. Dirt road transformed into pristine gray stones, creating an elegant path to the main entrance: a pair of ornate dark stained wooden doors. In the center of the courtyard, a marble fountain sprayed glittering water to the sun, sprinkling his skin as it rode the breeze. He found himself admiring the emerald hues in the trees and bushes that sprouted flowers and fruits he couldn’t comprehend, let alone name. Nature never shared its beauty in the dark-shrouded swamps back home.

Monty turned to see Bonnie chatting with some other guard, but a short white bear behind them started leading the horse away. Or he tried to since the horse refused to move from the tree with a low-hanging apple. Monty stomped over to the little thief.

“Where you going?” Monty grabbed the little guy by the back of his shirt.

He gasped, cowering from Monty’s bared teeth. “I’m sorry, mister! What have I done wrong?”

Bonnie grabbed his shoulder. “Montgomery, stop! That’s my squire, Helpy!”

Monty obeyed, releasing Helpy back on his shaky legs.

“Sorry, bud.” Bonnie ruffled the tuff of hair on Helpy’s head. “This is Herald, but we call him Helpy. This is my new friend, Montgomery.”

“He was taking my stuff,” Monty grumbled.

“I always take the horse to the stables. No stealing here! I have to follow an honor code, so I’ll be a great knight like Sir Bonnibel!” Helpy’s eyes glittered as he praised Bonnie.

“That’s right. Why don’t you show Monty the stables while I get everything ready for the grand entrance.” Bonnie pointed at Monty. “Play nice.”

Monty shrugged. “No promises.”

Helpy kept glancing back at him, waiting for another surprise attack, but Monty walked a few feet away to admire the details of the castle's architecture. He noticed how quiet the place seemed to be compared to the stories about the old king. Though he knew little of the lineage or history, everyone had mentioned the maniacal laughter heard throughout the halls. You wanted Fredrick to be laughing, people warned, or else his boredom led to cruelty. The Queen must’ve cleaned the place up when her husband died, and it made him wonder if the silence brought comfort after years of parties. In his opinion, too much quiet gave the dark thoughts more power.

Monty’s pace slowed to a stop, feeling his skin prickle at the sense that something was watching him. His eyes scanned the nearby tower until he found a figure at the top. Clouds above opened up to release the shining sun. In the halo of the light, cape floating gently in the wind, a bear decorated in noble clothing stared down at him. Monty felt time slow down as they held each other’s gaze, seeing the wonderment on the bear’s face. The desire to climb the tower for a closer look battled his need to stay in this magical moment forever. His eyes traveled a few more inches to see the slight glimmer of gold upon the bear’s head. Monty’s almost choked, realizing this could be the prince, yet it did not stop him from offering a small wave. Despite the height difference, Monty watched his face break out into the biggest smile he’s ever seen and returned the gesture.

A muffled sound spooked the bear, making him jerk and turn quickly towards the sound. He glanced back at Monty before approaching whoever spoke to him. Monty lingered in the same spot in case he came back to the ledge. It took a few seconds to shake off the trance, remembering he had a meeting soon. Then, as he stalked back to the front of the castle, the thought of squires and stables long forgotten, Monty hoped the prince would be at the introduction. If that bear was him. If not, he’d search every acre for the person that enamored him helpless.

Bonnie saw him from the now open castle doors and waved him over. “You ready?”

“Ready to get it over with,” he complained.

“I’ll take it.”

Whatever silly feelings Monty had in his chest were extinguished at the doors of the throne room. An intimidating aura radiated into the hallway, tightening his muscles and preparing them for battle. In the corner of his eyes, he even saw the effect on Bonnie; he straightened his spine and wiped any hint of emotion off his face. Monty’s friend disappeared to let Sir Bonnibel take control.

His voice became monotone with an icy edge. “Bow and stay quiet until she addresses you.”

For once, Monty listened without a snide comment. He heard someone announce their names on the other side, and then the guards pulled the doors open. Queen Charis perched on her throne and stared down both men as they approached her and bowed. Her petite figure shouldn’t be able to fill the gigantic seat with just her presence alone, yet her power suffocated the room. It impressed him. How else could she survive a male-dominated world determined to destroy her confidence? Queens bared the children, not the weight of the crown.

The slight narrowness of her eyes gave off a look of dissatisfaction at the sight of Monty. He lowered his gaze to the floor, noticing the shimmer of jewels sewn into the fabric of her gown. Material possessions and appearances mattered most, he reminded himself. She probably didn’t want a measly street urchin, who couldn’t afford real armor, let alone the pieces he barely had on his body.

“So, this is the champion meant to replace you?” The Queen asked stiffly.

“Yes, Your Majesty. Sir Montgomery has protected nobles and peasants outside the Plexian borders.”

“Sir? Are you knighted, Montgomery?” she questioned.

“No, not officially, Your Majesty,” he answered honestly.

“Yes, I believe the noble family that had sponsored you banished you for stealing.” A taunting smile graced Queen Charis’ face.

Monty felt Bonnie wince beside him at the news, knowing he should’ve shared that information before coming into this meeting. It was a blight of his past that he’d rather forget. Monty didn’t consider the bastards living in the Phantom Manor nobles, but their wealth from founding the black market gave them enough power to claim so. His fists clenched at the reminder of their lies, haunting him wherever he tried to start a new chapter. Breathing in deeply, he pushed his anger to his feet, not allowing those fuckers to take another opportunity away again.

“I understand how you must feel hearing those rumors. I was a dumb kid looking for a home, and I promise that incident changed me for the better. You have every right not wanting someone from Fright Forest to live within your fancy walls or be near Prince Fredrick, but I’m asking that you let me show the worth of my character rather than hearing some tall tales.”

She tilted her head to the side, eyeing him carefully. “Why do you want this position?”

“The offer of a stable job would attract anyone, especially with my track record. However,” Monty clasped a hand on Bonnie’s shoulder, “I’m here to help a friend. Sir Bonnibel has given me the chance to find a better life in Plexian. I want to repay him for his generosity.”

“I see.” Queen Charis stood and stepped down to their level. “You have intrigued me, Montogomery. I’ll allow Bonnibel to try this little experiment. But, before he is to depart for the war front, he will set up a few trials to show your skills. If you manage to impress me, you may have a chance to earn my son’s trust. In the end, he’ll have to accept you.”

Monty nodded. “I am prepared for the challenge.”

“Would Your Majesty allow me to inform His Highness about the changes?” Bonnie requested.

Queen Charis agreed. As Bonnie took his leave to find the prince, the Queen signaled someone behind Monty to come closer. When he turned, he saw the young squire, Helpy, that he had scared earlier. So Helpy approached apprehensively and stood next to Monty.

“Herald will be at your assistance while you stay here. Please show Montgomery to his quarters.”

“Yes, my Queen.” Herald—poor thing had two awful names—bowed and led Monty away from the throne room. He remained quiet while they zigzagged through the halls.

Monty couldn’t believe his eyes when he walked into the room. The only place he ever called his own was a shack in the swamps that qualified more like a closet than a home. His possessions were piled carefully on the table near a stained-glass window. His bed stretched out yet didn’t take up every inch of the floor. He glided his hand over the silk material of the bedding, and he slid into it, groaning at the softness enveloping him.

Helpy cleared his throat. “Excuse me, my lord.”

“Ha! I ain’t no lord. Just call me Monty. What happened to the little chatterbox I met outside?”

“I have to be professional for the Queen.”

“Well... she’s not here.”

“I guess you’re right. Um, Monty, would you like a vase for the flowers?”

Damn it. Monty had forgotten his gift after seeing that bear in the tower. If it was Prince Fredrick, he’d definitely need these more than the Queen once he heard Bonnie’s news. Lifting himself from the comfort of the bed, Monty grabbed the carnations off the table and handed them to Helpy.

“Give these to the prince. Consider it a hello from me, I guess.”

Helpy saluted him. “Will do!” He scurried out of the room.

~ ~ ~ ~

“Please tell me this isn’t true.” Freddy held his head in between his hands, trembling.

“I wish it wasn’t,” Bonnie said. He held his hands out, just a little out of reach, not knowing which comfort tactic to try first. Seeing Freddy in this condition frightened him.

He started pacing. “We can fix this. If mother writes to your father, maybe that will convince him to let you stay.”

“Your mother already tried to convince me, but you know I can’t abandon my duties.”

“Then, I’ll go with you.”

“What?”

Freddy grabbed his forearms, pulling him close. “I cannot expect you or anyone else to fight for my kingdom when I stay hidden in the safety of the castle.”

“Stop it! You’re talking nonsense!” Bonnie cried. The simple thought of his friend out in the trenches sent tears down his face. “You’re not ready for war!”

“You have said countless times that I need to escape my cage. Like you, I cannot abandon my duties as the future king.”

Bonnie held on to his shoulders, shaking him slightly. “Not like this, Freddy. You will do life-changing things for Plexian one day, but you have to stay alive.”

“But that doesn’t mean you have to die!” Freddy sobbed. He pulled Bonnie into a hug, crying into his shoulder, soaking his tunic with a waterfall of tears. “I can’t lose you!”

Bonnie squeezed his friend—no, he meant much more than that—tighter despite Freddy shaking in his arms. “C’mon, Fredster, have a little faith. I’ll come home to you.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep. My heart is already broken.”

He swallowed his own sobs that threatened to spill out of his mouth. Bonnie allowed himself to feel sorry over his drafting, and there was still time to unleash his sorrow in privacy, but now it was Freddy’s turn. Bonnie wanted Freddy to release the frustration in any way he needed. If Freddy wanted to hit Bonnie, scream, or hide from the world, Bonnie would stand there and let it all happen. He just hoped the mourning didn’t last long. They couldn’t waste the small window of time they had left.

“You’ll be taken care of.” Bonnie pulled away to see Freddy’s face. “You won’t even notice I’m gone.”

Freddy sniffed. “I rather have no guard at all. He won’t be you.”

“Don’t say that. Monty is a bit rough around the edges, but he’s a softie at heart. Give him a moment to settle in.” He sighed. “Which reminds me to check on him soon.”

“You should go. Mother can be tense with strangers.”

“I don’t want to leave you like this.” Bonnie pressed their foreheads together, but Freddy moved away.

Freddy pulled out a handkerchief and gently wiped Bonnie’s cheeks. “Go. I need a little time to process this.”

“Right, of course.” He forced Freddy to sit on his bed. “Rest, and I’ll come right back.”

Bonnie stopped at the door and glanced back at Freddy, and he waved weakly. Once Bonnie left, Freddy counted to thirty before breaking down again, muffling his cries by hiding his face in his hands. A part of him knew a day like this would come. For centuries, Afton’s threat lingered over the heads of his forefathers. Why did this man have to strike during his reign? Freddy felt like falling to his knees to beg the universe to spare Bonnie from this fate. He didn’t doubt his friend’s defense skills against other soldiers if those under Afton’s rule were still considered people. The horror stories of his evil and cruelty terrified Freddy, and the image of Bonnie in that monster’s clutches nauseated him.

A knock startled him. Quickly, he used the handkerchief to clean his face. “Give me a moment!”

He opened the door. “Oh, hello, Helpy.”

“Good day, Your Highness! I have a gift for you!” Helpy presented a bouquet of pink carnations to Freddy, beaming.

Freddy took them, his eyes widening in awe. “From who?”

“The new knight, Monty. Said this was a hello from him. I thought flowers were presents for lady friends! He’s a strange gator.”

Gator? The image of the alligator in gardens bloomed in Freddy’s mind. He had been so shocked at the sight of him that he couldn’t help but stare at the stranger. Unfortunately, due to Mother’s protectiveness, Freddy couldn’t step a toe outside the castle walls without a battalion to chaperone him. After all these years, he memorized every detail of his home, including the people staffed throughout the palace. He had become friendly with most of them, but sometimes it felt like they put up with him because he was a prince. Although they could never, they’d have to face his mother’s wrath if they made him upset.

Something felt different when he locked eyes with this Monty. Something exciting and new. Maybe because he was a stranger with stories from the world beyond Freddy’s gilded cage. Or the fact Monty sent him such a sincere gift without knowing him. Freddy was tired of the useless sparking junk offered as gifts. In reality, they showed off a person’s wealth or hid it as a bribe to receive a favor from the royal family. These simple, beautiful flowers felt like they were meant for him as a person, not his crown.

Freddy brought the delicate petals to his nose, sniffing the calming floral scent. Mother would hide Monty until she approved, but what about his judgments? Would there ever come a day he could use his own voice? Make his own choices? He couldn’t stop the world from taking his beloved Bonnie, but he could control who dared to take his place. Freddy didn’t want to wait weeks to thank Monty in person or see him again. Instead, he leaned closer to Helpy.

“Can you help me with a secret mission, Sir Helpy?”

He bounced on his feet in excitement. “A secret mission! For the prince!”

Freddy beamed. “Listen closely...”

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