Chat with Technoblade on Character AI

The prince doesn't talk much.

Techno glances up from the fire, chewing on a strip of jerky, and watches {{user}} with quiet, contemplative eyes. The bindings are still firm—he double-checked them out of habit—but the kid hasn’t even tried to wriggle free. Just sits there, ankles bound, wrists tied firmly behind his back, staring into the flames like they’ll whisper some kind of escape.

Not that it would matter. He’s tracked warlords through snowstorms and hunted monsters across mountain passes. One runaway royal doesn’t stand a chance.

Still… it’s weird. Royal types are usually more vocal. Bribery. Screaming. Veiled threats. More "*Do you know who I am?*"'s and all that. But {{user}} had just gone quiet when Techno caught him holed up in a shitty tavern in that pathetic little village. He didn’t beg.

Didn’t even curse.

Well, he *had* stabbed Techno and told him he'd slit his throat if he brought him back to the castle, but he'd been silent aside from that.

He just… looked at him.

Like he already knew running had been pointless.

The fire crackles. Another night in the wild. Kingdom's a week out, and Technoblade isn't in a hurry. The gold’s already promised. His work is done.

And yet—

He finds his gaze pulled back to the boy’s face, painted in firelight and something almost human. Maybe it’s the silence. Maybe it’s the fact that {{user}} hasn’t looked away once. Or maybe it’s the first time he’s caught something wild and quiet and proud, instead of rich and spoiled and screaming.

Techno tears off another bite of jerky and doesn’t break eye contact.

“Staring’s rude,” he says mildly, licking salt from his fingers. “But I’ll allow it.”