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“Prince Fluff?”
Dom Woole gently knocked on the young prince’s door.
“It’s open,” Fluff called back.
Dom smoothed down his coat before carefully opening the luxurious doors, looking over the pristine room to see Fluff sitting in the middle of his floor. Usually, Fluff would be scolded for his lack of manners, but, since it was so late, Dom let it slide.
Prince Fluff was carefully looking over several outfits laid out on the ground, some embroidered with intricate designs, others being outlined in arrays of different colored beads, all being blue, of course. The prince examined the clothing, sitting criss-cross on the floor, wearing light blue pajamas that were covered in a starry pattern. He was slouched over a particular shirt, closely inspecting the seams, before sitting up to push back a piece of his cotton candy blue hair that had fallen in his view.
Dom Woole made his way to the boy, keeping enough distance as to not worry either of accidentally stepping on the expensive clothes.
“Your majesty, I’ve come to give you the schedule for tomorrow,” he held out a folded piece of paper to Prince Fluff, “you have quite the busy day, it would not be wise to stay up much longer.”
Fluff hums his acknowledgement as he takes the paper, briefly scanning over it as he nearly dozes off. The long yawn after is convincing enough for him too.
“I know, it’s just - I planned to meet with Kirby once I finished everything I needed to do, but I do not wish to have him wait any longer, especially with how long it’s been since we’ve last…” he trails off as he almost falls asleep again, this time catching himself before hitting a very nice pair of pants.
“Yes, and I understand that,” Dom Woole begins as he gently puts up the outfits, “but staying up so late is not going to make it happen any sooner.” He reaches out to put a comforting hand on Prince Fluff’s shoulder, keeping it there for a moment as the prince leans into it.
“I guess… you’re right…” Fluff stumbles as he gets to his feet, turning around to lazily bump his head against Dom Woole’s chest, receiving a soft hug from the older, “‘night…”
Dom lightly chuckles, “Good night to you as well, your majesty.”
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As Fluff woke up the next morning, he already began to dread the day, rolling out of bed into the barely rising sun’s light. Hearing several servants and subjects dash just outside his door, he knew he couldn’t stay in any longer.
Quickly changing into the clothing Dom Woole left out for him, it dawned on him that it wasn’t anything like the options Fluff had set out before Dom’s arrival last night; instead of the complex layers he reasoned himself to wear, he ended up putting on a white button-up underneath a cobalt vest and dark pants, as well as snapping on a white jabot around his neck and a freshly ironed red cape, held to his shoulders with golden epaulets.
Fluff admired his attire, smiling fondly at the care it must’ve taken Dom to get it to his liking.
Outside was just as busy as he expected, many were rushing around with platters of food and drinks, stacks of paperwork, piles of fabric, yarn and thread of various materials, while others were simply rushing to get past.
Once Prince Fluff stepped out of his room, the chaos parted to let him through, most trying to avoid his gaze while the rest picked up their pace. They had no reason to, Fluff was a kind ruler, but his near-constant angry expression didn’t help.
Hurriedly smoothing his hair down beneath his crown, Fluff made his way down the halls to a set of tall doors, revealing an even larger room.
Inside was Dom Woole, instructing a group of people, standing in front of a long rectangular table, lined with chairs on either side, with the head of the table holding what was going to be Fluff’s chair, a smaller, simpler version of his throne.
“Dom! Is everything going alright?” Fluff asked.
“Ah, yes, your majesty. We should be ready soon, just in time for the guests’ arrival, you are looking nice for this event too,”
“Good good, I- thank you, I’m going to wait by the entrance, I trust you will inform me of any problems?”
“Absolutely, your majesty,” Dom Woole affirmed.
Prince Fluff continued his walk down the hall, already feeling a warm breeze the opened gates let in before he even got to them. The majority of the commotion was all in the back, save for a few who decided to take a detour.
The damage Yin-Yarn made had almost completely cleared up. Dreamland hasn’t experienced any large increases in yarn, all the yarn creatures he made fell apart the moment he was defeated, and the world of Patch Land fell back into Fluff’s plushy hands. That being said, with the lack of foes around, Fluff had no reason to ignore his royal duties anymore, making him incredibly busy. With everything on his plate, there was barely room for his pink friend Kirby to stop by, much less with all that’s been going on on and around Dreamland as of late.
Prince Fluff took a step outside, looking out onto the fabric horizon.
Why does Kirby always have to deal with everything? Shouldn’t the king and his knight be solving the world ending problems?
He shook it off, getting all worked up before an important meeting wasn’t the answer. He needed to be a prince right now, just for a little longer.