"His Highness is in a meeting at the moment, though Their Imperial Highnesses cleared your visit regardless of duties," The leading guard spoke. You followed after her, looking back to see the other guards trailing around you. You took a breath, raising your head high and doing your best to tone down the limp.

You were a high-ranked soldier, approved by Emperor Technoblade himself; you endured training from him, and you were one of the best on your team.

The guards stopped outside one of the council rooms. The lead, who'd spoken to you first, reached to pull a door open. She inclined her head at you, gesturing for you to enter. Mustering up your resolve, you squared your shoulders and did so.

You noticed the royal family immediately, Techno and Phil looking at you with smiles--or as much of a smile as you would get from Techno. Wilbur shot up straight in his seat, seeming much more awake and interested than he had been seconds ago. You smiled in amusement; he'd always hated negotiations, despite how good he was at them.

Tommy had his head on his hand, messing with a paper on the table. The room went near silent, the only sounds being whispers passed between councilors. He finally looked up in curiosity, his eyes drifting around the room before landing on you.

He froze for a moment, eyes blowing wide. And then he was leaping out of his seat, running around everyone to get to you, who braced yourself; you opened your arms somewhat, putting weight back on your better leg as he barreled into you.

“You're here! You're--you're actually here!” He exclaimed. "You're neaver leaving again. I-I'll make it illegal, I will." He declared. You huffed lightly, smiling.