STOCKHOLM // Punz x Reader

One

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You sigh, slumping on your horse. It had been a long day of travel after the weeks in the nether realms. At least the ghast problem was taken care of, and the piglin forces had agreed on a truce.They were odd people, those piglins, but at least there was one less war to fight.

You make your way back to the castle to King Ensidione who awaits your presence in the throne room. You've been granted a break from your mission sprees.

Apparently, the king pitied you.

You walk towards your room in the castle, only to step out onto the balcony attached to it. The balcony was the one place you could get peace from all of the war that was going on between the Ensidionians and the Falconiers.

The view was absolutely spectacular in the dark. The village lanterns lit up the entire mountain, stretching for miles. It was almost like a bunch of lightning bugs lighting up the plains on a humid summer night.

You eventually got tired of the view, and returned to your bed to fall asleep. Finally feeling a bit of ease as your eyes drifted shut.

You couldn't help but feel something was off, however. You stared up at the raised ceiling of stone, dissatisfied with one thing or another. What was this feeling?

Perhaps it was hunger, you had been travelling quite a considerable amount with a much smaller portion of food. You go down to the royal kitchens to see what the chefs were doing. A large cake and a new batch of bread we're being baked when you got there. You simply grabbed a loaf of bread with a thank you, then started your way back to your room.

You were nearing your room when you heard a loud bang behind you. You spun instantly, wanting to assess the area. It was pitch black, which was unnoticed before. Nothing seemed to be moving, but you had been taught to always expect the unexpected.

You hear someone approaching from behind you. You turn around again, spotting a man with his face and body covered in clothes only found in the Falconier empire. You could tell since the color choices were A. unbearable to look at, and B. found only in the dark oak forest, which was the space where the empire had taken.

He swung the sword down hard, aiming for your head. You realized immediately that he was using the blunt end, only having plans to knock you out cold.

You, of course, wouldn't let that happen.

Rolling underneath his raised body, you just barely were able to dodge the blow. You heaved a breath and kicked as hard as you could to your left where he was standing. He stumbled back, but it hadn't been enough to completely knock him over.

Crap, since when did the Falconiers have netherite armour? That was what prohibited most of your damage from going through.

Had they expected you to be armed, or something? It was quite ludicrous to you. For one, it was the middle of the night, and you were supposed to be snoring in your warm, comfy bed. Not defending yourself from a Falconier spy who somehow got into the castle!

Oh well, because there was no changing the past now. You just had to get to a guard while holding your ground with only your hands. Well, one hand, seeing as you were still holding your bread.

Would bread count as a weapon? Possibly, you could at least distract him.

He charged again, his boots scraping slightly on the polished floors, scratching the gray color. This was not going to go well.

He lifted the sword again, aiming this time for your arm with the actual blade. You ducked, only for him to sweep you off of your feet.

For a moment, he hovered over your body, allowing you to see his eyes. They were blue, almost white in color. You couldn't help but think of how beautiful they were.

"That was a horrible show." He muttered in distaste.

Then he lifted the sword for a third time, bringing it down swiftly on your temple. The world from there turned completely black.

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