Dreamnoblade one shots for funsies

A meeting between kings

Techno woke up just like any other day, smack dab in the middle of his giant bed. Why was it always in the middle, he had to practically swim across an ocean to put on his slippers. He heard the loud clatter of his servants coming in to help him get dressed, wishing as always that he had some peace and quiet in the morning. Once he was dressed, the girls came in to help him with his ankle length pink hair, twisting and braiding it into a pleasing style before delicately placing his golden crown. Relieved that he was finally ready, Techno strolled out of his room while servants bowed and cleared the path to his throne. He plopped on the velvet cushions and instructed the news to be read to him.

"Trade is continuing to prosper, crime has been steady, there are no complaints from the people," Nothing new. Techno sighed as the list went on. But then, he perked up. "There has been some international news. Following the funeral for King Carson, his son, Dream, has been crowned the King of SMP. He has also decreed that his nation will now be known as Dream SMP." Narcissist. "And finally, King Dream has requested to meet with the kings of each of his neighboring kingdoms. That of course includes you, my liege."

Techno sighed. He remembered when he had to meet with his fellow kings after he was crowned. It was a chore, and he wasn't looking forward to another one. "Go ahead and plan it around my schedule, not too soon, but we can't keep him waiting." His advisors nodded as they rushed to make plans.

This always happened, all he had to do was make a demand, and it would just happen. Being a king was too easy. It's not as if he wanted to do all that tedious work, but he was so bored all the time, books couldn't keep his attention forever. When he was a prince he had tons of lessons, tactics, horse ridding, violin, but all of that was out the window. Once he was done signing treaties others had written, he went to the library as usual to scour the shelves to find something he hadn't read yet.

About a month later, his servants were bustling about getting ready to send him on his two week trip. Everyone was worried about safety and what not, while Techno's only concern was how many books to bring. Finally they were off. Techno stared out the window of his carriage, taking in the scenery of fields and orchards he rarely saw. It must be nice, farming potatoes all day, having a purpose in life. But he was a king.

They arrived at the Dream SMP palace in the evening, well after dinner, so he was escorted to his room so he could fall asleep. The palace was nice. Not as grand as his, but nothing to laugh at. Techno sighed as he laid down to sleep, dreading how long he'd have to stay here.

The morning was busier than usual, as everyone wanted to make sure he made a good impression on King Dream. Intimidating, but not too intimidating, friendly, but not too friendly, rich, but not too rich, etc. Techno couldn't care less, but whatever.

He walked into the dining room in his royal red coat and a crown, knowing that both would make it harder to eat. Dream was already there, and stood up when he entered. "King Technoblade of Antarctica, how wonderful to meet you."

Dream was wearing an attractive white cloak over a lime green tuxedo. Freckles dotted his excited face and his shoulder length dirty blonde hair was styled elegantly. He had foregone his crown. Techno was astonished at how young and fresh he looked in his suit, despite the fact that they were the same age.

The talk over breakfast was formal and rehearsed. Only about light politics and how the trip had gone. "I have a bit of work to do, so feel free to explore the castle in the meantime," Dream had concluded. Techno didn't feel like exploring the castle, he felt like reading and getting his mind off of how rehearsed and boring the rest of the trip would be.

It was late afternoon when Techno received a knock on the door of his reading room. He had been summoned by Dream. He took a moment to mentally prepare himself before following the aid to the drawing room.