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Stream ears open eyeballs click12/22/2023 ![]() ![]() Obviously his kidnapping is part of the Antarctic Empire’s attempt to get a leg over them in the war, but it’s ridiculous to think that Techno would help with it. That can only make Techno scoff more, turning his back on the guards despite it setting panic off in his mind. “If you know what is good for yourself, you’ll see about helping to bring an end to this war when his royal majesty speaks with you,” One of the guards barks down at him. Techno scoffs at the idea, at how they could be tired and sick of this. Something about being tired and sick of this job already. The guards don’t close the door right away, seemingly getting a look at him while muttering disgruntled words back and forth. With as heated a look as he can muster up, Techno glares over his shoulder. At least he has time to catch his fall this time, though it does little for the pain that rakes up his limbs. The second that the barred door is pulled open, Techno is shoved roughly onto the floor. If possible, they’ve truly rivaled the awful conditions he lived in on the road here. A small cell sits behind it, dark and damp, looking in disarray. That idea is reinforced when he’s brought to a pause before a set of bars. It’d be better to be any of the lay people on the street. The guards are stronger than him, especially now that he’s hurt and tired and weary. But guards that are supposed to be serving royals… it makes him feel completely useless. Objectively, Techno would be below him even if this were not the situation. Because at least when it’s the king of their enemy nation, it’s the most important person in the nation. It’s somehow even more embarrassing than the king. Techno hates how little he can fight back against the guards around him. Only the arms around him keep him up, shoulders jerking out of the sockets. One of the guards holding him quickly kicks their foot forward so that it slides below Techno’s and sends him stumbling again. Techno doubts that the trip would be more pleasant if he tried to cooperate, but he still weakly attempts to get back to his feet, if only for an inch of his pride. His head spins and trembles till he’s forced to shut his eyes, unseeing as he’s dragged out of the room and down somewhere. The quick transition off of the ground is somehow just as painful as hitting the ground. “Please show our guest to his quarters, I will be down to speak to him soon.” Because he smiles, the wings on his back puffing up slightly. Just the royal guards, plenty generous with their boots back then too.Ī scowl breaks through the blank facade Techno was trying to keep up. Techno would not describe his journey to the castle as anything close to docile, and there were no kings to disrespect there. “Or else your visit may not be so docile either.” Shortly, Techno flickers his eyes upwards, meeting the king of the Anatarctic Empire, Philza's, gaze. ![]() “You should rethink your stubbornness, your highness.” There’s irony dripping off of the title, and unfortunately there is some merit behind it. The strange squat he had been forced into to avoid bowing crumbles away, leaving him in a heap on the ground, but not before his chin smacks into it. And, finally, Techno’s shaking hands that had been holding him up give out. The guard lets up a bit of pressure behind his boot, only to shove it down with twice as much force. Techno can’t say he feels at home though. It seems that there are some similarities between all castles. Though the brilliant colored rug below him is the most familiar thing he’s stood on in weeks. If he were in his own castle, someone else’s neck would be severed in a single breath for far less than this.īut things have not been very normal for Techno lately, to say the least. Though it’s never been in this position before of course. He has plenty of experience with royal guards as a prince. And, Techno should know what that entails. A royal guard at that, the best of the best. There’s a boot planted on the back of Techno’s neck, shoving down with all the force one would expect a trained guard to have. SBI_Whumptober_2023, AILESS Whumptober 2023 Stats: Published: Words: 10,419 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 10 Kudos: 190 Bookmarks: 18 Hits: 1,070 ← Previous Work Part 4 of Sbi Whumptober 2023 Prince Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF).Technoblade Needs a Hug (Video Blogging RPF).Technoblade-centric (Video Blogging RPF). ![]()
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