A Blacksmith and Her Prince // Technoblade x Reader

Leap Of Faith

[(N/N) = Nickname] ~ Emily 🤍

The group of you were guided through the castle, going up marbled staircases and through dark wooden hallways. The chambers were on the west side of the castle, even including the royal family's rooms. The King believed it would be safer for the four of you to be together, not in the same room, but in the same area. It would make it much easier for the lot of you to be guarded or just to be watched so you don't steal anything. Letting four random people inside the most security heavy place would have the castle on high alert, it would be stupid not to.

"This is your room, Miss Aureate." A butler waved his arm out, introducing you to your chambers.

You cringe awkwardly at the use of your last name, having made sure to let no one use it and tick at anyone who does. You had hidden that name away a long time ago, it just brought bad memories, as it were your mother's last name. The King must have assigned some intense investigators on the four chosen women, it would explain how he knew your family and name.

Apparently, he didn't know enough to respect a dead parent.

"Please never use that name, just call me (Y/N) or even (N/N)." The butler nods.

"My apologies, please enjoy your stay, (Y/N)." With that, he lets you inside and quietly shuts the door behind you. You weren't even able to respond as the chamber stunned you into silence, only allowing you to appreciate the wonder of royalty and riches.

It was covered head to toe in wooden paneling, coloured in a hickory brown that reminded you of melted chocolate dipped into fresh strawberries. The glass stained, arched windows let in a guiding light, glowing over the perfectly made bed. The king sized bed was placed in the middle of the right side of the room, along with bedside tables and crystal like lamps. The bed itself was grand and had woven in wooden sketching that looked like floral vines, similar to your fathers handles. The left side of the room consisted of a huge dresser, plus a few mirrors here and there. An added door was also prominent, it probably led to the bathroom or some other facility.

It was definitely much different to your room back at home. Compared to this, your bedroom would be seen as a broom closet.

"Wow." A room like this surely made you feel like the commoner you've been told you are.

Looking back over to the bed, you noticed the neatly lined pillows, red sheets and fluffy crimson blankets. Everything was put together perfectly... almost too perfectly.

The King did say to enjoy and make yourself at home right?

With that thought, you stare at the bed, giving it a wicked grin and challenging brow. You could think of one or two ways to enjoy yourself, this idea in mind sounded very much enjoyable. You start running now quickly towards the bed, giving it a final leap of faith and landing face forward into feather stuffed pillows. The bed gave an annoyed rattle as pillows flew to the floor and a lamp was nearly knocked off.

"Hahaha, ow ow owww." You roll over onto your back as your heart pounds from both the recent dive and forgotten bruised ribs.

The mattress welcomed your weight, letting your body sink deeper and deeper into a soothing isolation. The drowning comfort was overwhelming and not something you were used to, it was so intoxicating, forcing your eyes to slowly seal themselves from the golden light. The silk blankets wrapped around you in a blissful heat, it took you back to the lantern lit streets and crackling midnight bonfires.

It reminded you of dad.

You let that thought take over, drifting off into a melancholy slumber.