Silent Whispers (An Sbi/ Royal based Au)

part 20

But, Wilbur wondered if he would be able to let him go at this point….
He startled at the request, smiling gently, “of course! Would you like me to get you a canvas as well? Or would you like to paint the walls.” He asked curiously, tilting his head as he stood up to receive said items.

He knew some would look down at this action, how he was doing things a servant normally would. But, he didn’t care. Not one bit.

Tommy smiled when Wilbur said he'd get the paints and, asked if he'd do it on the walls. He didn't know if that was an option originally. But, if it was now, he'd surely do it. It meant more room, for more creativity that lingered in his mind everyday. So much he had thought about asking before, through the pen and paper given everyday for work to speak. But never did as he thought it would be a burden to trouble other servants about it. And, he barely ever found time to paint before. He preferred to stay by Wilbur's side. "Just paint" he said softly. His eyes never leaving the window.

He had thought about it. Leaving before. A few times a maid or two would say something that hurt his feelings or scolded him for a wrong mistake that needed major correcting. An Error made that he couldn't fix alone. From them, he had thought about leaving, finding a proper home again. He had the money as he was paid to be the princes personal aid.  And a few paid him to do side jobs such as dusting shelves in the grand library or help with dishes in the kitchen. A silver coin or two. He had never spent them. He had saved every little bit he earned, and had enough now to leave and be good. He could find a new job too. But he felt leaving, would be harder than he thought. Wilbur was family to him now. The closest thing he ever had to one in a long time.  That's why he wouldn't leave no matter how many chances he had been offered.

No. He wouldn't leave even if his life depended on it. He swore loyalty and respect to Wilbur. As a prince, and a friend. And so, he'd keep it this way. Even if it meant he'd get hurt protecting him.

Starring out the glass owned window, he felt peace.

Wilbur nodded, smiling gently as he walked towards the door. “I’ll be back in a bit.” He said, opening the door with a soft creak before exiting the room. He wasn’t fully sure where he would find paints, seeing as he had never needed to get them before. He wasn’t sure if they had them at the castle, so Wilbur was going to try his luck in town.
He got dressed to go out, got a bag of gold and a basket, and went down the extravagant stairs leading to the road.

It wasn’t a long trip to the closest town square, nobles trotting around on horseback or walking with regal grace. He just looked around for a shop that would hold paints. He grinned as he spotted one, striding over to the gold-rimmed door and pushing it open. He began searching around for good quality paint sets, along with some brushes and pallets.
He ended up getting a smallish jar of each color, along with a couple different sized paints and two wooden pallets.

He headed back with the supplies in the small basket. He smiled as he made it back to Tommy’s room. “I got everything you may need to paint the walls. I think this room would look quite nice with your own hand crafted murals on the wall.” He hummed, setting the basket on Tommy’s night stand

While he was gone, though it had only been an hour or so, tommy managed to sneak out of the room and get some of the castle work he needed to do done. It was quick work, which didn't require any lifting or such. It was dusting and helping a maid with dishes. He promised her once that he'd help her do them once a week, and today, was the day he promised to set a small part aside to do it. Though she wasn't happy to see him hurt, he wouldn't leave until she allowed him to help. When he was done, he waved a silent goodbye and went back to his room to wait.

While he spoke infront of Wilbur, he still had yet to talk infront of anyone else. It was only the prince and Tubbo who knew his true voice. No-one else in the castle or kingdom knew what it sounded like anymore.

When he saw Wilbur had returned he jumped off the bed and quickly ran to get the paints, his eyes sparkling with delight as he saw the many colours and brushes. With a smile he politely took the basket and set it by a clear wall. He didn't have anything near it, he had purposely left it empty from any picture frames or the dresser which he moved.
Setting the basket down, he picked through the paints and began to work with them.

Mixing colours to make different shades of different colours and adding them to the wall at random. Or, so someone would think. He moved in an odd pattern, one side of the wall then to the other, as he used the paint sparingly yet well, making the wall vibrant. Eventually, Trees and shrubs came to be seen in red leaves and browns trunks. Mixes of orange and yellow added to make it more realistic, with blue behind it for a sky. A bright smile was on his face as he worked for hours, silently on it.

He was almost finished with the whole wall around three or four hours later. As he stepped back to look at it from a far.

Autumn coloured trees, and shrubs, with black and white flowers in the green grass below a blue and purple sky. A small cottage was placed in the middle alone.