pretty boy (this was not okay.)

chapter 15 ༄

"Maybe it was going to be okay"
The clueless boy wondered, how selfish of him. Wouldn't you agree?

"If i'm not mistaken, the queens coronation is tomorrow, correct?" A deep voice questioned, looking down at a person chained up against the wall on his knees. The room they were in was isolated, locked from the outside world. It was hopeless, suffocated with despair and the heat coming from the anger of the fireplace.
"Oh right. You can't speak." The voice spoke, bringing his arms towards the man and taking off a piece of cloth that prevented the prisoner from speaking.
The man coughed and looked up through his tattered hair. "What has this got to do with anything? If you want to kill me, get it over with already." He spat as his hands rubbed against the chains preventing him from freeing his wrists and ankles.
"Temper, temper.. Theres always a time and place for killing people, now is not the time." The deeper voice snarled, sitting down on a grand, velvet sofa. Crossing his legs, he ran hand over his twisting horns and began to speak again.
"It's important because... You know our little someone is attending it." The man tilted his head to meet the others blood shot eyes.

The flames from the fireplace beside them began to roar, embers whirled around in the air, meeting at the carpet as the shadowy coal crumbled to the ground.
"Leave George out of this." The prisoner spluttered, dragging his gaze to the chains that prevented his freedom.
"He's a wanted criminal you know. He ran from the law, I can't have a criminal roaming around." The man snarled once again, dragging his finger along a dagger that he had clutched into his rough hands.
"That's-"
"That's what? Hmm? You dragged him into this life of crime. You're the one to blame.." The voice began.
"Technoblade."

Techno shot a glare at the man.
"I had to help him." Techno spoke, peering down at his tattered clothes.
"Helped him? Oh Techno.." The mans lips curled into a smile.
"You think you could of done better? You don't care about the poor and suffering at all, Jschlatt. If I had left him he would probably be 6 fucking feet under already." Techno glared ice at the king readjusting his crimson tie.
"They're as good as dead in the real world." Jschlatt sighed, standing up and walking over to Techno. He crouched down and drew the dagger to his neck.
"After all, his parents were easy to kill, what's a kid gonna do?"

Technos eyes widen, his teeth began to clench in rage. His once hopeless eyes were filled with rage.
"You fucking killed his parents?" He spat through glaring eyes.
Jschlatt smirked and slowly lifted the knife from the mans neck, leaving a small bloody cut.
"There was a storm, Blade. They had it coming." He spoke, pacing around the room. His leather boots creating a loud thud as his foot hit the stone cold floor.
"You knew it wasn't safe. You sent them out there! You're a fucking murderer." Techno raised his voice, silencing the room to a hush.
The wind battered against the panes as the two were greeted with silence.

A low chuckled escaped Jschlatts lips.

"There was much more to it then that I'm afraid." Jschlatt tutted, facing the man on the floor. He then paced back over Techno and crouched down close to his ear.

"If only George hadn't survived. You wouldn't be in the predicament, would you now?.."

With that, Jschlatt whipped his hand in a harsh motion to indicate the guards at the door to take the prisoner away. Techno didn't put up a fight, remaining silent and still as they dragged him away to the cells.

"My mother is returning today." Dream yawned, stroking the brown spotted horse in the stables. George and Sapnap sat on a pile of hay, randomly throwing bits at eachother. "Miss Puff! Man- it feels like forever since i've seen her." Sapnap exhaled after throwing a clump of hay at Dreams feet. "I've never met her, only seen her in posters." George added.