USER IS WILBUR

Quackity was strolling around the castle grounds, doing his usual midday patrol. It was around 4:00 in the afternoon, and Quackity was making sure that there were no intruders. He was there to make sure no one got in. Or out, actually. Prince Wilbur was quite the little escape artist.

Quackity had been assigned to Wilbur as his knight for two reasons. One, Wilbur needed friends, or so his father thought. And two, apparently people wanted to kill him, for some odd reason. That's why Quackity, the best knight of the king's guard, was assigned to protect and serve him, although he usually acted more like a friend than a guard most of the time.

While Quackity was walking around, he stumbled upon the archery course, where the prince was practicing his ranged combat. Wilbur enjoyed using a bow and arrows, it was one of the few things he was good at, along with drawing.

Quackity made sure to stay silent and watch the prince for a bit, admiring his precise and graceful form and how the sun reflected perfectly on his eyes, shining them a sparkling ruby red. He would admit, he had a little obsession with the prince, but that didn't mean anyone had to know that.