Mad Hatter || Sleepy Bois Inc. Fantasy Royal AU

Prolouge

Techno slung the heavy, almost maroon cape over his shoulders; pelt covered the shoulders, a chain connecting the two sides, although it did mostly nothing and usually just became decoration. The salmon headed man felt comfortable with the heavy coat, the familiar feeling comforting. He gazed into the full length mirror that hung on the grand mahogany walls of his bedroom, peering at his choice of clothes. He frowned, he never was as good as Will was at color matching. His tunic that resided under the leather breast covering was a deep midnight blue, and did not contrast well with the mahogany coat. He could almost hear Will yelling at him, "Techno! You're my brother I can't have you walking out into a meeting looking like a bloody colorwheel!"

Techno was always miffed by Wilbur's constant criticisms, but he was to creative for his own good sometimes, and had to express it in odd ways at times. So Techno let him do it, and would usually let Wilbur choose his outfits before he would even get dressed for the day. He sighed, turning away from the mirror, and walking across the wide room; he didn't have time to change his whole outfit. His heels on his boots clicking at each step as they echoed in the tall room; it made him feel alone. Albeit, he was alone in his room, but it was less of a feeling and more of a longing. Techno rolled his eyes at himself, and snatched his sword which layed in its sheath, off the plush sheets that neatly laid on his made bed. He slung it over him, securing it around his waistband, before glancing at his room, and the comfort it brings, before stepping out and into the dark, lantern and candle lit hallway.

The carpets cancelled out the heels of his boots, and instead each step he took was a resounding, thud, along with the jangling of his sword, chains, and mask. The cleaned and polished gleaming white skull of a boar. Legend has it, that as a young child Techboblade was out on a royal hunting trip, and speared the boar from 300 meters away, striking it dead, and feeding his family for weeks. Techno internally laughed at the memory of when he had seen the exaggeration of the story, he had been 13 when he went on that hunting trip with his father, King Phillip; most commonly know as King Phil, when he had gotten lost on his own in the forest. It was beginning to get late when he ran into the boar, and he did not spear it from 300 meters away, he happened to actually be around 3 meters away and accidentally tripped and hit his head on a rock. When he awoke, probably only a few minutes later, the boar was laid beside him, a spear through its heart. In eight years, he never found out how it happened, or who had speared the boar, but an hour later, his frantic father found him curled into the side of the boat, covered in blood; most likely the boars. His father did not let him go on another hunting trip until he was eighteen, when he was now accompanied by Tommy, Tubbo staying home with Wilbur, as neither liked the sport very much.

Techno liked the sport. It was gratifying to bring home food for not only the people in the castle, but for the people of his kingdom. Of course, he couldn't feed the whole of the masses, but every six months, all four brothers and the King would take a week long journey to the poorest and worst off places of the Antarctic Empire, and bring food and supplies, in return for a festival they threw twice a year in honor of the royal family.

The sound of an opening door; the hinges squeaking roused Techno from his stupor, and reminiscing state. He was greeted by a mop of blond hair, that was tied into a little ponytail at the base of his neck, tied with a blue ribbon. Tommy, the sixteen year old Prince's face was solemn and blotchy, his eyes burned red and were glassy. Techno halted his movements to wait for his brother, only resuming his stride when his little brother matched him. He heard a small sniffle and saw from his periferals as the young boy with his tunic cladded arm wiped his face. Techno fished his embroidered TB handkerchief out of the pocket that was concealed on the inner of his cape, and handed it to his youngest sibling. The exchange was silent, but Techno knew that Tommy was grateful, and just wasn't able to speak of it at the time.

"I bloody miss him," Tommy spoke suddenly, as they neared the towering engraved doors. They were one of the largest empire's, their land and influence spread over miles in every direction from their central castle and city. Everything inside the castle exuded wealth, from the architecture, to the portraits and clothing they all wore. Even the servants were dressed quite nice.

Techno huffed, "I know... I do to. But let's go settle this, we can grieve our brother later, let's give him the justice he deserves."

Tommy's face steeled, impassive and unmoving, "Let's get that son of a bitch."