(Eryn POV)
"By this time next month, we'll be back to worrying about trade routes and bothersome sycophants," Wilbur assured Tommy.
"What the hell's a sycophant?" Tommy looked horrified.
"Gods." The king gave his brother a look that was equal parts annoyed and adoring. "Remind me to hire a better linguistics tutor for you when we get home." I chuckled.
Tommy rolled his eyes. "Good luck finding someone that can stand me. I'll chase anyone away in three days, at most. Bet your whole damn life on it." He took the thought right out of my mouth.
Wilbur grinned at Technoblade. "I can think of one person. Techno, will you—"
"Finish that sentence," Technoblade drawled in his usual monotone manner, "and I will end your bloodline right on this balcony. I will throw you off, witnesses be damned."I laughed at the sight. We really needed more wholesome stuff like this.
As the king and prince dissolved into laughter—for one, shining moment, children again—Technoblade found himself smiling. The sky was dark and bleak, but there, on that balcony, there was sunlight. I was smiling as well.
"It's you and me," said Technoblade, putting one hand on top of Tommy's head, the other on Wilbur's shoulder. "One more time." "One more time." I echoed. Why did that sound so...sad?
Timeskip~~
(3rd person POV)
The Blue Valley stretched before Tommy, disappearing into the hazy horizon. The two mountains that bordered the valley rose menacingly in front of him, twin endpoints of the imposing mountain ranges that served as the kingdom's natural borders.
A river ran through the middle of the valley, lit into liquid gold by the sun slowly rising over the distant hills. All in all, Tommy thought as he breathed in the cold dawn air, this would not be the worst-looking place to die in.
The valley was named after the blue irises that thrived in it, lining the cliffsides and blooming along the riverbanks. But they were not the flowers Tommy was in search for.
He ventured down the hillside, keeping his eyes close to the ground. He'd rolled up his pantlegs to keep them dry from the morning dew that clung to the underbrush, but it left everything below his knees vulnerable to the traps that had been set around camp.
One wrong move and he'd lose a foot for his troubles. But he was determined to make the trip worth it.
It had been a week since they'd arrived at the valley, and while that meant most of their preparations were finished, it also meant that the other shoe would drop any day now. Tommy could feel it breathing down his neck.
The only way to combat it was relentless distraction—keeping his hands busy. So he traveled down the hill, one careful step at a time, until a flash of yellow in his periphery caught his attention.
"Found you," he said, making his way over to the flowers clustered under a rock, almost indistinguishable from their blue-iris neighbors, if it weren't for the golden center that earned them their name.
When Tommy strolled back into camp, he had a fistful of morning glories clutched in his hand and a grin on his face. Everybody was already awake—clustered around cookfires, going through morning exercises, or just milling about.
Someone had brought their guitar, and its soft music echoed above the sounds of conversation and laughter. People raised their heads when Tommy passed, calling his name or waving him over to join them for breakfast.
He cheerfully declined, but not before exchanging jokes and pleasantries with some of the more familiar folk.
It was easy to miss the shadows this way. In the right light, he might miss the tussled hair of those that had not slept in days, or the bleak look on the Captain's face quickly hidden by a strained smile, or the smell of sulfur that clung to their clothes like a nasty, unrelenting parasite.
"It's pretty tragic, isn't it?"
The question stopped Tommy dead in his tracks. He turned towards the person who'd asked, and found himself in front of a girl seated by a grindstone, slowly sharpening a small blade. "Pardon?"
The girl smiled as she nodded towards the flowers in his hands. "Morning glories. They wilt the same day that they bloom, lasting only until the sun sets." She paused. "Maybe less, now that you've picked them."
Tommy flushed with embarrassment, suddenly getting the urge to hide the bouquet behind his back, as if that might somehow erase what he did. "I'm sorry, I didn't think about—"
The girl simply laughed. "No, don't be. I would be the world's biggest hypocrite if I told you off for picking flowers." At Tommy's confused look, she explained, "I own a flower shop, back in the city."
"Oh." Tommy looked down at the flowers clutched in his hand, his brows furrowing as he thought. "It is sad, I suppose, that they die so quickly. But aren't they beautiful while they last?"
The grindstone slowly ground to a halt as the girl merely sat there, staring at Tommy with an inexplicable expression on her face.
Well, thought Tommy, this is awkward.
"You know, Your Highness," the girl said at length, "you remind me of someone. He's a soldier in this camp, and about your age, as well. He's off somewhere training right now, but I have this feeling that if you'd only meet, you'd make good friends."
Really?
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