The Atrocious Bard and The Little Princeling | Golden Guard X Reader

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Two coins of the same worn side, a rebel and a prince. But when fate flips, one must die, and the other must win.

- Passerine2007

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Clinking glass vials permeated the dark room. The curtains on the window which were drawn tightly shut, allowed no light to penetrate the suffocating darkness.

"Fairy dust, mandrake root, wyrmwood..." you muttered in a whisper with unblinking eyes. The names of the ingredients rolled off your tongue mechanically as if spoken by someone else. You dragged your painful body across your bedroom, taking some ingredients whilst mechanically putting them on the cauldron.

It's alright. You gently opened a glass vial, pouring the contents into the mix, watching silently as the potion started changing colors. You gently stirred the cauldron, staring as the contents dissolved. Everything was going to be alright.

With trembling hands, you picked up a knife from the corner and set a mandrake root on the table.

Thud. Hunter's look of betrayal flashed into your mind.

THUD. What did he think of you now? The question gnawed at your insides.

THUD! What was going to happen between the two of you? 

THUD. THUD. THUD!

Tweet! Pancake flew over to your shoulder in alarm, snapping you out of your trance.

"Oh," You smiled, though your eyes remained lifeless. "I'm fine," you said with a light laugh. A laugh that didn't seem quite happy.

A laugh that started to escalate into coughs as a desperate attempt to silence your sobs from your constricting throat.

THUD. You ledged the knife deeply into the table, the vials atop of it clinking loudly. You took the messy cut roots and threw them into the cauldron. Yes, its still going to be alright. Surely you could still fix things with Hunter and Darius.

You can still visit them, train with Darius, prank Hunter, cook a chaotic mess of weirdly shaped pancakes with them. Nothing has changed.

You reached out to grab the wyrmwood. You could still talk it out with Hunter. You could still...

CRACK! Vials fell onto the floor as your hand let out a painful electric shock around it, destroying the unlucky materials near you. Your wrists burned painfully. You shut your eyes, taking deep breaths as to calm the raging storm inside your chest. Everything was still fine.

The little hummingbird watched in worry from the sidelines.

You regained your balance, forcing another smile, and walked towards the cauldron. You added the last ingredient and continued to stir. Your hands moved monotonously, the motion devoid of life.

Your hazy eyes remained fixated on the potion as it changed. But in your mind, you couldn't escape the image of Hunter's betrayed gaze. His words echoed in your head, a cruel mantra that wouldn't let go.

At last, for what seemed like an eternity, the potion was ready.

You took some empty glass vials on the corner, filling them up, putting some in your hammerspace.