A Blacksmith and Her Prince // Technoblade x Reader

Empathy Is Medicine

The hot ripped pork melted into your mouth, as the honey carrots added that extra crunch. The mashed potatoes were smooth, almost like cotton, sliding down your throat with ease. Topping it all off with freshly squeezed apple juice, tasting like liquid gold. It would rival your mother's cooking, but god knows no one can beat that.

If this is what everyday royal food tasted like, then you wouldn't mind staying here for a little while after all.

"The food is amazing, your majesty, thank you for having us." Victoria said politely.

The King smiled back, nodding to her with a fork.

"You are very welcome, Victoria. You mentioned your family were tailors I recall?." He says, eating a few chopped carrots.

Victoria agrees and goes into full detail about her household. She explained how her mother was the head of the family, all rules and finished products go to her first. Turns out that Victoria is the only daughter as well, plus four older brothers. Must never be a boring day for her.

"What about you, (Y/N)?" The King directs his attention to you.

"Mmm?" You mumble, gulping down a fat piece of pork.

"I know your father is a blacksmith, does your mother help around the place?" This part was always awkward.

"My mum's dead." You say, sipping the rest of your juice casually. "I work, helping my dad and all that fun stuff." You place the empty glass down, hand trembling slightly.

"I'm sorry to hear that," he looks to you and towards the Prince. "You're a very strong young lady."

You follow his gaze and are met with red, empathetic eyes.

He looks to you, not as if he was trying to read you or pull you apart, but just to look.

"Thank you." You say, still staring into red jewels.

Your hand stops trembling.

The rest of lunch went quickly, leaving your stomach very full and very satisfied. You were somewhat zoned out at this point, listening in and out of conversation, humming along to whatever Alicia was saying. The Blade even seemed out of it, but he's probably purposely ignoring them. You don't blame him though, since Alicia's going on about her family again, she is so overly obsessed with talking about how great her kingdom is, not even about herself just her kingdom. (Which isn't even hers by the way)

"You must be used to this kind of scenery then." The King says.

"Oh yes, very much so," she placed her hand on her chin. "This place doesn't intimidate me at all." She laughs poshly.

"I hope this room is up to your expectations then, it probably rivals your fathers." The King waves his hand around, showing off his throne room.

"Hah, actually..." She straightens her posture and flicks her wrist, making the expensive silver she wore jingle. "I would say fathers is much bigger." She smiles confidently, looking at the King in a powerful manner.

Alicia might be pretty and rich, but she can't ride her fathers wave forever. One day reality will hit, and she won't be able to use her "daddy stature" to save her.

"Yeah, he's definitely compensating for something."

The Blade spat out his drink.

You didn't even mean to say it out loud, it just sorta slipped from your mouth.

The table went silent before splutters of giggles were heard, each trying to be covered up. The King had a slight grin on his face, covering up half of it with his hand. Elania was smiling wide, trying to calm down Alicia's fuming aura. Victoria wasn't even trying to hide it, full on belting her entire voice out, holding her stomach and jittering on the chair.

The Blade, you had no idea what was going on with him honestly, he was choking by the sounds of it. You couldn't really tell, since half his body was hiding under the table.

You smile nervously, giving a quick apology to Alicia. If you were next to her, you would have given her a playful pinch or nudge. But, to your surprise, she held a silent smile to her face. It's like she also understands how wacko she can be sometimes, it's nice to know someone like her can be self aware.

The table settled down, rolling back into light hearted chatter. The Blade fixed himself up, coughing as if he wasn't dying just moments ago. He knocked his elbow on the table, nodding to you awkwardly before looking forward. You laugh sweetly at his antics, hoping to release some built tension. Instead, it causes some stinging pain in your ribs. Right, you did get beat up earlier today. It was surprising no one had noticed, but guessing from your already worn clothes and career choice. It wouldn't be that hard to say the look was already the norm for you, which is somewhat true. Smog stains and black charcoaled hands were nothing unusual, though you would be usually covered up by an apron.

You let out a soft groan of pain, letting your arms wrap around your chest. It could have been easily played off as a light cough or a clearing of the throat. Or even something as innocent as sleepiness.

"Tired (Y/N)?" The King spoke.

Letting yourself think for an answer, it turns out he was right. Today has been a fully spent day, even though it was barely the late afternoon. Getting beat up then thrown into a 'competition' for the crown would tire anyone, seems like lunch really took your mind off this afternoon's events.

"Actually yeah, I am a bit tired. Today has been pretty eventful." You give the Prince a knowing look before sending attention back to the King. The Blade knows exactly what events you are talking about, yet to everyone else, you are just a commoner, already tired of the rich and royal. Speaking of which, you really need to speak to The Blade.

"Well since we're all finished up here," he waves to a suited man standing at the door. "This would be the perfect time to show you ladies your sleeping chambers."