Thief of Princes (Kid Blink x Reader)

twenty-seven

"𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱 was that about?" You asked as the prince took his seat across from you. 

"Which part, Princess?" 

"The whole 'she eats after me' thing." You frowned, choosing to focus on that specific part. "Not just that, I had to eat your leftovers. Your fork touched that, it probably had your germs in it." 

"You've kissed me and you're complaining about that?" 

"I want to know why you did it." You said, glaring at him. 

He rolled his eyes. "You're smart, Princess, just think for a minute. What possible reason could I have had to taste your food first? When we're dining with a King who's currently plotting against you and your country? It's almost as if I don't want you dead." 

"You think there was... poison in the food?" Your eyes widened. 

He shook his head. "Not from my side of the table. There was almost assuredly some type of drug in the food nearest you, though. Probably not poison, but I'd still rather have you with your wits about you."

You sank back into the couch as he smirked slightly at you. You hadn't thought of that, and it made you wonder how grossly unprepared you were for such an undertaking. 

"But it wasn't drugged," You confirmed. 

He gave an exaggerated yawn and mumbled, "No, shouldn't think so." as he slumped over slightly in the chair

Your eyes widened, and you slid to the edge of the sofa, not getting up quite yet but examining him for signs of harm.

But then he sat up and ran a hand through his hair with a grin. "Did I worry you, Princess?"

You scooted back immediately. "No, not at all. I was wondering if I'd gotten lucky." 

He laughed softly, looking at you with an expression you couldn't identify. "Well, I'd say so. I'm quite a catch you know." He said, his tone serious but belied by his grin. "I would say I'm luckier, though." 

You shook your head, sighing at how he managed to turn everything back to... that. "You know that's not what I meant." 

"And I know you didn't mean what you think you meant." He replied with a lazy shrug. "This would all be easier if you accepted the fact you like me back, Princess. I don't know what you're waiting for, really. You've kissed me and everything." He looked at you meaningfully, and you dropped your gaze after a few moments of eye contact.

"I just..." You trailed off, unable to look at him. 

"You just?" He prompted gently. 

"I just want to go home," You said softly, arms wrapped around yourself as you stared holes in the floor. The reality of every event of the past few days-- weeks, even-- which you'd been holding back, came crashing down. And though you didn't cry, your shoulders quivered and your breathing became shallower. You didn't want to deal with pirates anymore, or kings, or wars, you didn't want to try and figure out what feelings you have for the boy, the pirate, the general, the prince sitting across from you. 

But you were more than happy to accept his comfort as he moved to sit by you and pulled you against his side, more than happy to just lean on him, eyes shut tight but slowly relaxing as he stroked your hair with careful, soft movements and whispered low, quiet words you didn't recognize but that had clear meaning all the same. 

"Mae'n iwan, mae'n iwan. Cael heddwch, fy nhywysoges." Blind Diamond mumbled, gently holding you. "Go to sleep, Princess." He said softly, adjusting his hold to give you a more comfortably reclined position.

You could already feel yourself drifting from consciousness, the last few words he said ringing through your ears and dipping into your dreams. 

"Byddaf yn ei drwsio."