(Techno's POV)
He watched as the two princes sparred in the training grounds. They had agreed to do it for him to watch. They had been doing it awhile, since they were pretty evenly matched. He adjusted his red cloak as a cool breeze came through.
The cold sucks....Let's find something new....You could take them both....Crush them
Ah, be quiet. He shushed the voices in his mind.
Boredom finally got to him and he wandered away from the area. He remembered seeing the princess, (Y/n), if he remembered correctly, leaving not long after her brothers began fighting. He caught a glimpse of (h/c) as he walked down the hallway. Looking out the window, he saw her in the garden under a viney terrace.
She glanced up at him when he came outside. Her (e/c) eyes glancing over his mask. She smiled when she saw he was alone.
She smiled....So pretty....I like her name....
"I'm guessing they're still duking it out?" Her voice and smile hinted at laughter.
"Yeah, they're pretty evenly matched. I wouldn't be surprised if it lasted until sundown." They laughed together, imagining it. "So, what are you doing out here?"
"Just cooling off, really. It's always so warm inside." Her cloak slightly moved...on its own. But she didn't seem to notice. "Is your mask comfortable?" She asked, looking up at him.
"Not really." He admitted, slightly adjusting it. "It's just an old custom of my people to use them when we're doing business with others."
"Are we doing business right now?" She looked at him sideways with a smirk. A smile crept onto his face.
Smooth....Can we trust her?...Do it!...Do it!...
"I suppose not." He undid the strap and slowly removed it, watching for her reaction. But her smile only widene
"Now you can be more comfortable." She said as she patted the spot next to her on the bench. He decided to join her.
He released a bated breath as the cool stone chilled him and the blue sky calmed his nerves that had been acting up since yesterday. Being outside of the Nether was the strangest thing that had happened to him. Wearing the mask had made him feel hidden. And meeting the king had been another thing as well to think about. At least the voices hadn't been too bothersome.
He felt her eyes and glanced towards her. She was smiling at him. Her cloak shifted again....on its own!
What in the world?...What is she hiding?...She's so pretty....
She saw his smile slightly fall. "Is something wrong?"
"No...but, pardon my curiosity, but is there something moving your cloak?" He gestured to it.
"Oh." She paused and blushed slightly. She removed it from her shoulders and Techno stared at her newly revealed, immaculately colored wings. "They must have been twitching."
"Wow." He breathed.
So cool....She can fly?...Jealous....
"Yeah, I like to hide them when doing business." They laughed together again. A comfortable silence settled as they took in the scenery around them. She picked a few blue and white roses and was slowly twisting them together.
His red eyes traveled around the garden, taking in the many flowers still blooming on the cool autumn afternoon. His gaze traveled past them to the small orchard farther on down a small slope, surrounded by dark green hedges. Another breeze came and left.
It's too quiet....Too much peace....Danger could-
The voices cut off suddenly as he felt something touch him. In panic, he turned and saw (Y/n). She was tugging his sleeve a bit.
"Lean down." Her eyes sparkled with amusement, not noticing the relief and surprise in his eyes. The seventeen year old, unsure what else to do, bent over slightly. She put the newly made flower crown on top of his loose rose colored hair. But as soon as she let go of his sleeve, the voices came back.
How in the....She's so cool!...You're turning pink....
Shut up...
"Thanks." He mumbled, a flush in his cheeks. She glanced over at him.
"You should braid your hair." She suggested. "Then it won't get tangled."
"Braid?" He asked, unsure. "I don't know how."
"I can show you how!" She smiled up at him. "Turn around." He obliged and she slowly explained how to braid as she did it. When she touches me, the voices leave... He mused. I wonder why...
After she finished, she draped it over his shoulder. He smiled at the gesture. "Thank you." He smiled at her.
"You can do mine now." She curled her wings in and let her bun out, to let the soft (h/c) hair down. Infinitely gentle and still learning, Techno braided her hair. She smiled as he finished. "You did great." He smiled at her praise.
"Your Highness?" Called a voice by the entrance. A young maid was standing over there. "It's time to get ready for the banquet." Called the girl.
"Coming, Kara!" (Y/n) responded. She stood up and smiled at him.
Why?...We just got comfy too....
"I'll see you in a bit." Technoblade told her as he stood. She nodded and walked off towards the door. He gazed after her until she disappeared, still wondering about this princess who took the voices away.
(Time skip: A few hours later.)
Techno tugged at the collar of his white poet's shirt as he stood next to his father. The two were off to the side of the elaborate ballroom, with its elegant bronze colored floor and tall windows letting in the moonlight. His ruby eyes beneath his mask glanced all around, looking for anything familiar.
Too many people....Assasins in disguise....That man is looking at us weirdly....
He slowly let out his breath, trying to control his voices' paranoia. But the constant chatter, even from the calming voice of his father, caused nothing but chaos in his head. Then he felt a hand on his shoulder and just like that, peace reigned. He turned.
"Are you alright? You're kind of pale." (Y/n) asked. He was a little stunned by her appearance to answer at first.
(Here's her dress and crown.)
"Yeah, just a little overwhelmed." He smiled at her. He noticed her hair was still braided. "Would you care to dance with me?" He suddenly asks as a waltz begins ro play.
She hesitates slightly. "I guess it wouldn't hurt."
POG....Les go!...But wait-
They cut off as she took his hand and they crossed the room to the dance floor. And one dance turned into five. But eventually the two separated as the banquet ended. But neither could wipe the smile off their face as they turned in for the night.
(I love chapters like these, ngl. Oh well. More plot next chapter. I'll try to write as much as I can, but I got school, ya know.)