Technoblade groaned as he got out of bed. He instantly remembered yesterday's events, how he and Wilbur promised each other to make Philza train Tommy. That was gonna be easier said than done. He checked the antique clock that was stood at his desk. 10.35. He was supposed to be in his father's study in 25 minutes. Techno shot out of bed and into his dressing room. He chose some clothes and brushed his hair thoroughly and put it into a neat braid.
On his way out of his bedroom, he took a quick glance at his clock to see if he had time for breakfast. He didn't. He had 5 minutes, the exact time it took to walk to Philza's office.
Food is for the weak anyways, he thought for himself (don't listen to him, food is good for you).
Technoblade arrived at his father's office. He took a deep breath before knocking. He knew that this meeting would be the meeting he would have to knock some sense into the king.
Knock, knock.
"Come in!"
Techno opened one of the big wooden doors. His father looked up.
"Technoblade, I wanted to go through some of the applications with you, I just crossed out a few", Philza stood up and reached over to open one of the desk's many drawers.
"Actually, your majesty", Techno cut his father off. Philza looked him in the eyes. "I would like to speak to you about something", he continued.
"Take a seat", Philza said and sat down himself. Technoblade followed. "Now, what is on your mind? Are any of the guards acting up? Do I need to-"
"No, no, nothing like that", Technoblade cut him off once again. "It's about your son. Theseus", as soon as the name left his mouth it was like his father shut off. His expression darkened and he looked away.
"What about him? Is he alive and well?" he asked.
"He is both alive and well, but-", Techno was cut off.
"Then why are we discussing this?" Philza sounded almost irritated. Techno, on the other hand, was more than irritated. After three years of neglect, Philza still couldn't even handle the name of his son. Techno stood up.
"He is your son, Philza. Just like me and Will are your sons. Although, both of us, mostly me to be honest, have given up the thought of having a father. Tommy is 14. He still believes you will turn around, or something. He still believes that one will look at him sometime. But you never do. It crushes him, more than he realises. Now, if you could think just a bit more of your sons than yourself, we would be most grateful", Techno snarled out before turning his heel and storming out of the study. Hopefully, he had given his father something to think about.
"Tech!!" Technoblade spun around at the sound of his younger brother's voice.
"Will? Aren't you supposed to be in class?" He questioned the younger. Wilbur shrugged.
"Didn't have the energy", he simply said. "How'd the talk with Father go?" now it was Techno's turn to shrug.
"I yelled at him", he said. Wilbur's head snapped towards Techno-
"You did what? You yelled at Father?" Wilbur exclaimed.
"Hopefully I gave him something to think about. Now, get to your classes. This instant", Techno's voice changed from the voice of a brother to a voice of authority.
"Yes, Techno", Wilbur said quietly and hurried off to the schoolroom.
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Heyo! I know I took a long pause, but y'know, shit happened. I just didn't have any motivation. But, I think I'm gonna start uploading more chapters and stuff now :]
Was this chapter good? I haven't written in a while T-T
"Dude, these orphans are getting destroyed"
Hope you enjoyed!!
-Eri :]
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I'll succeed | HIATUS
FanfictionTechnoblade is the oldest of all the children of the royal family. His mother died not that long ago, making his father distant, forcing him to start taking care of his younger brothers at 15. Now 18, he is ready to make some changes in the family.
