A Blacksmith and Her Prince // Technoblade x Reader

The Rivalry Begins

(Sorry for the late update 🤍) ~ Emily

(TW: Blood)

Oh my god, this was the worst idea ever.

The amount of colours there were was blinding. Different streamers, balloons, confetti. It was hectic and all over the place. Women were wearing big poofy dresses while their children ran wild with a sugar high, screaming with joy and excitement. Whereas old men and fathers drank beer and fiddled with their moustaches. There was so much noise, noises that matched the hype of the screaming children. Laughs and cheers were heard, it seemed like not only were the kids excited, but the adults as well. It must be nearing the time where the King and Prince showed, it was almost noon after all.

Crowds of people were heading to the Main Street (where you were yesterday), in front of the castle gates. So reluctantly, you followed suit.

It was a bit awkward since you stood out so much, the women were wearing very grand gowns and floral dresses. Whereas, you were in a simple shirt and jeans, with your classic boots.

You were definitely underdressed.

But, that didn't matter, you weren't trying to impress anyone.

That's right, eyes on the prize (Y/N), eyes on the prize.

The walk was uneventful, besides the hoards of screams and weird looks. But, you were used to that by now. Being a female blacksmith with a dead mother already gives you unwanted eyes, so the muttered comments didn't really bother you. Instead, you sped up your steps, cutting through lines of people. Some were even on horses or in carriages, this event was bigger than expected.

It wasn't long before the event street came into view, balloons lined up the entryway with people gathering around. It was flashy, it was vivid. But, that didn't matter. You needed to sneak into that saloon without causing any problems and find your missing jewel, simple right?

Let's hope so.

Keeping to the edge of the crowd, you try to blend in best you can. Walking behind the taller people and following their exact footsteps, spreading your knees and angling your body to be their shadow. Though, now you just look like an idiot. It didn't matter, the saloon was only a few meters away.

This had to be done with perfect precision.

Stealthily, you creak up the wooden steps, wrapping your hand around the railing, pulling yourself forward quickly. Each step taking you closer and closer to the saloon doors, as you reach and push yourself through quietly, swiftly shutting the old fashioned doors behind you.

After you breathe a quick sigh of relief, you lean your back against the scratchy doors.

Finally.

This better be worth it.

This place is kind of a mess though, it would be shocking if you found anything worthwhile. The saloon was old and dusty, it obviously hasn't been used in many years. Wooden stools were damaged and thrown to the ground, while dirty tables were left empty. Glass bottles filled the shelves, some held a brown liquid and others were broken or even shattered on the floor.

Carefully stepping over the broken glass, you retrace your steps. Starting from the saloon doors, to where the thief stood with your jewel. Even with your perfect eyesight, it was still hard to see, everything was so musty and gross. It made the entire saloon just look gloomy.

Getting on your hands and knees, you try to get a closer look.

Holy shit-

"Achoo!" You sneeze quite loudly.