Forbidden || Technoblade x fem!reader

8. Flower

     (Y/N) arrives home just as the sun begins to set behind the trees. By this time, it's already dinner, so she places Technoblade's sandwich into her closet once she got to her room, to avoid it being found and heads down to the dining hall.
    
     Dinner is always the same—relatively silent, with any words spoken typically being something (Y/N) doesn't want to hear.

     "How did the dress fitting go?" her mother asks, breaking the silence.

     "It was fine," (Y/N) replies, keeping her answer short, focusing in on other things in her mind.

"What have you been up to lately?" King Augustus asks, out of the blue suddenly seemingly taking interest in (Y/N).

     "Just reading a lot," she says, trying to sound casual despite knowing it was a lie.

     "I don't see you around as much anymore, you are never at the piano, or anything. That's why I ask," he adds, his tone slightly suspicious.

     (Y/N) feels a drop in her stomach, one far different than the one she feels when she's with Techno. She worries that her parents are starting to pick up on her disappearances. She keeps her cool outwardly, even if internally, every alarm is going off inside of her head.

     As always, dinner is typically the same each day, filled with her parents dull to no conversation, no sparing details to differentiate each days dinner, other than this day, her plate was still half full as (Y/N) stood from the table to excuse herself back up to her room, with the sandwich in mind.

     Up in her room, the tip of her pen dances on the top of the page of her journal, filling out the month, day, and year in a crisp jet black ink. The brisk cool air hitting her face as she sat just at the balcony door with the scenery of the stars, and moon illuminating through the streets of Lythoria, and over the tops of the trees in the directions of Artymidian.

    A familiar soft knock rumbles through her closed wooden door, Clara's knock.

     "Come in." (Y/N) says loudly enough to hear through the door, the knob turning to unlatch from its frame, allowing Clara to enter, followed by (Y/N) closing her journal and putting it off to the side to talk to Clara.

     Ever since Clara since Clara got her promotion to intern at a higher position to work along side of the king and queen, her clothes were given a change. She still wore her maid apron as she still did her maid duties, but her dress was more clean, and presentable as she now was seeing more people outside of the castle. It also meant Clara was often more busy than she ever was before, but so is (Y/N) since she met Technoblade, so it seem to work out in both of their favors.

     "I want to hear all about your day with Technoblade," Clara says eagerly, sitting down on the edge of the bed as soon as the entered the room.
     (Y/N) smiles at the thought of him. "Well, where should I start? I found out he's actually the prince. And I told him the truth about who I am."

     Clara's eyes widen, her mouth doing the same, speaking with a stutter, "A-are you serious?"

     (Y/N) chuckles a bit at her reaction, "Yes, he is a prince of Artymidian." She confirms, "And he knows about me, too."

     "So if he is a prince, does that mean you can marry him since that's what they want?" Clara asks in a slightly humorous exaggerated tone, but they both knew Clara's thought was a serious one.

     (Y/N) stood up instantly hearing Clara's question, feeling the warmth fill her face all the way up from her feet. "No! What would make you think I would want that?" (Y/N) stops her sentence for a moment while walking over to her walk in closet to grab the sandwich. "And you know that's not even a question, given he is from Artymidian, and given what my parents thoughts would be on that, you already know."