A Blacksmith and Her Prince // Technoblade x Reader

A Letter?

Everything was spinning.

The pulsating pressure in your head was not going away.

How long has it been? An hour maybe?

You ended up laying on your side in a fetal position, it lifted some pain in your legs, but not so much for the head. Thankfully your nose stopped bleeding, leaving behind light red stains. If you wanted to go for a badass murderous look, it was working, in any other case, you looked pretty beat up. You felt grateful this saloon was closed down, if anyone came in and saw you like this, it would have been a misery.

So with that, you were fed up sulking in pain on the bent floor. Using the bit of strength you had left, pushing yourself up and leaning back on the wall you were once pressed against.

Your sachet was thrown god knows where, though that's not the main problem right now. The problem now is you got your ass handed to you by the Prince himself and no one is going to believe you.

Oh yea, and he stole your stone.

Damn him and his perfect face.

It's no wonder you lost though, he is 'The Blade' after all. An undefeated bastard with a huge ego and a narcissistic attitude, honestly surprised his enemy's don't run away willingly by his annoyance. It's not your fault though, he would have been unrecognisable to anyone. The last time anyone had ever seen him was when he was just a child. As he got older though, everyone had heard about him. From his courageous victories and bloody pursuits, people knew him and what he was capable of. You never paid any mind, in fact you were almost sick of it. He was all anyone talked about, you were done hearing of the last slaughter and horrifying massacre. You didn't agree with his antics at all, but to make conversation with your customers, it was forced knowledge to be a part of. I guess maybe his victories won the village's gold and popularity, but did it really have to be done in such an inhuman way?

Ugh. You bang your hand back against the wall in annoyance, it was quickly regretted.

"Owwww, dammit." You rub your sore head.

You honestly just wanted to find your sachet and go home, today was an absolute waste and you would rather forget it ever happened. You're just gonna have to tell Mrs Everly it was lost and apologise, no point beating around the bush about it, any lies would just cause more problems.

So holding your head up, you lifted yourself off the dirty floor, using the wall behind you as support. It was a little headache inducing at first, but it went away after a minute.

After one deep breath, you were off.

Going back again to retracing your steps, searching the saloon. It was probably lost during the scuffle, thrown across the room or something.

The floor where the fight happened looked like someone had been rolling around there, the dirt and dust was all irritated, showing gaps in the wood. No sachet though. Thinking it was thrown, you look around near the bar like bench. As luck would have it, it was hiding right around the corner, completely covered in dirt and left open. You wiped away as much grime as possible, before flinging it over your head where it belonged. You pat down the bag, silently grateful it was safe.

Taking a closer look at the ground, you noticed an out of place scroll sitting in the corner of the bar, almost fully hidden by the darkness. So, with a head full of curiosity and pain, you walk over to said scroll, bending down to see what mysteries it held.

It looked like it had been here for a while, maybe a month at most. The curled page was almost stuck together, luckily, you were able to unfold it delicately.

You were shocked to find writing on the paper.

***

Dear W

The plan has officially been put in place. However, there are some minor setbacks. In these coming weeks there will be a grand event hosted for The Prince and King, a celebration of royalty and war. Meaning, there will be hundreds of more eyes than expected. I cannot risk anyone knowing about this, for it will ruin my life and my family's reputation. This of course will not stop me from succeeding, it only means I need more time than expected, I'm sure you can manage until then. You are smart after all, even he thinks so.

Do not worry, everything will go as planned, I will make this happen.

Best regards, Lepida

***

Woah, this is some crazy find. I could totally ruin someone's life.

And with that thought, you stuffed the page messily into your bag, ignoring the awkward crunch it made.

Looking around one last time, you walk over to an old saloon sink, finding it still had running water. You thanked that it did though, as you washed away the grime from your bloody face and arms.

You would rather wash away the events of this nightmare anyway.

So with a skip in your step, forgetting about the embarrassing loss, you head straight to the duel doors. Pushing them both open at the with stretched arms, welcoming the sun that warms your body. People were definitely staring, you looked as if you solved the cure for the plague. Though, that's just you trying to be an optimist for once. Hey, you might have lost your jewel, but at least you found some super secret underground stuff, that you are definitely gonna tell father about.

Maybe today was worth it, it's definitely worth a story at least.

You loosen up your arms a tad, letting them flop back against your side comfortably.

That is when you thought of a brilliant idea.

With a smug expression, you jump down the old stairs and straight on the stone path. Trodding right in the direction of where the King will be sharing his speech, and where the Prince will be standing alongside him.

Maybe, public confrontation will teach him a thing or two.