A Blacksmith and Her Prince // Technoblade x Reader

Closed Spaces

You were lost.

Okay, maybe it wasn't exactly your fault, no one gave you a map after all. It still didn't change the fact that every single hallway looked the same. Not only that, but barely any of the doors opened. So many locked secrets hidden behind mahogany doors and brass handles. You were guessing they were just old bedrooms or storerooms, it would make sense if you were in the east wing. Well, at least you thought you were in the east wing. Honestly, you couldn't tell what direction you were in at the moment.

Still, you tried each and every door you passed, hoping to unlock a hidden room or find something worthwhile. Especially since today was going so slow, the whole bread thing was fun for a moment, but just plain weird. Such an odd scenario and conversation, never in your dreams would you have thought to have a personal chat with Alicia of all people. Such a confusing one as well, it did make you pity her, but a sort of 'you deserve it pity?' People deal with things differently, that is true, but taking it out on others is just wrong. It did make you wonder more about her though, about her father. If they really had a bad 'behind closed doors' relationship, why does she speak so highly of him? It didn't make any sense. It made even less sense that she would tell you, but maybe the dough clogged her brains or something, made her thoughts all mushy and soft like flour. Either way, it was a step in a direction, maybe the wrong one, but it was something.

Your thoughts distracted you from the repeated pulling of locked doors, letting out a surprised 'oh' when one finally opened.

The door was noticeably different from the rest. It was much darker, mud like oak and covered in floral gold, similar to the marble walls of the castle's entrance. You relished the way the tip of your finger felt, gliding across the trails of gold, it was smooth juxtaposed to the prickly wood it went against. The gold looked almost wet as it shimmered, sinking into the melted chocolate like door, letting the gold swirl and twist with every finger stroke. The detail put into something so simple like a door felt as if it should be honoured, or at least appreciated. Your tinkered mind always adored even the smallest of details, as you were also someone with a creative conscience that enjoyed the creation of minor simplicities, even if it were just a door.

But, with such a grand door, it must hold something just as impeccable inside. With a light push, your heart beated with curious excitement.

You were hoping to see something crazy, like an inside marble pool or a secret zoo of animals. Instead, you were met with an anticlimactic, but realistic room.

The room was long and narrow, weirdly cold compared to the others you've been in. A wooden desk presented itself to you, it sat right in the center of the room, holding an assortment of books and unlit candles. A thick, dark leather chair was placed directly behind it, neatly tucked in. On the sides of the walls looked to be more storage cupboards and long bookshelves, it was like a mini library in here. The room was definitely an office of some sorts, it didn't even have any windows or paintings. Actually, it held barely any decoration at all, if it wasn't for the scattered papers on the table, you would have thought the room to be unused and forgotten.

You quietly walked in, closing the door secretly.

You felt as if being here was the wrong thing to do, it was at the very end of a hallway, next to countless of other locked doors. It was expected this one would be closed off as well - but no, it wasn't. At least you weren't stumbling across something ripped apart, a boring old room should be a grateful request. Still, it didn't stop your undeniable need to snoop.

You skimmed across numerous books, all different shapes and sizes, none of them caught your eye though, you were more interested in the desk. It was much messier up close with different quills and scrunched up paper balls decorating the table.