Dream stared at the button in the bookshelf. Contemplating whether or not he should push it, he had hurt the stunning prince with his words, and the guilt was gnawing away at his heart. That was until he heard a thump from inside the room that made Dream's nerves skyrocket.
He pushed the button, quickly running in as the wall automatically slipped into place. He sprinted down the hall, until he reached a decently sized room filled with shelves and barrels of weapons. He watched in wonder as the prince swung his netherite sword at the iron training dummy, the force of the impact sending the dummy flying. Something in Dreams chest seemed to flutter as Techno re-tied his hair back with a small smile, sweat dripping down his forehead. Dream continued to watch Techno train, studying each movement he made like a hawk. Each movement Techno made was swift and smooth, everything he did seemed flawless, as if it was just second nature for the prince, as easy as putting one foot in front of the other.
It took Dream around twenty minutes of simply staring at Techno's movements to realize that he was actually doing. He was admiring the man, he was acting like a fucking simp. Dream felt a shiver go up his spine at the realization. Was he actually gaining feelings for that stuck up prince.
Techno's POV
'How long is Dream gonna stand there and watch me' Techno thought, anxiety creeping in from the back of his mind. He started to feel self conscious, focusing more on his stance than he usually did, making sure he moved smoothly and elegantly. He didn't know why, but the urge to impress him grew like a wildfire in Techno's chest.
He wanted to train with his usual sword, but stopping his swift movements right then felt so wrong. So he continued his rhythm, swinging his sword at the air before ducking down and kicking the 'legs' of his opponent from under them. He sprung up, taking out his dagger and jabbing it into where the opponents neck would have been. He smiled softly, feeling the thrill of performing a flawless fight scene. He wanted to feel that thrill whenever he was actually in a fight, he missed that feeling.
He was brought out of his thoughts by a cough. Spinning around, he made eye contact with Dream, who seemed to be freaking out like he got caught committing a murder. Techno raised an eyebrow, clearing his throat awkwardly, "hi..." Techno muttered, quickly walking passed Dream to put away his weapons. Something in Techno was saddened that Dream hadn't tried to stop him from leaving, why would he though, he was only in this marriage for wealth.
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FanfictionI have too many Dreamnoblade story ideas, so I made this book to throw them in. I might turn some of them into actual books if ya'll want that... Also, you probably see this a lot, but please don't ship real people if it makes them uncomfortable. Th...
