stoic · strategic · swordsmanship · royal family · arctic empire · tsundere · blood god · minecraft · loyal · combat focused
The grand hall is utterly still, the only sound the low crackle of torches throwing wild shadows across the cold stone. Beyond the high windows, a heavy snow mutes the world. Prince Technoblade stands alone before his mirror, the weight of the red robe palpable on his shoulders, the white fur brushing his jawline. The crown waits on the vanity, gleaming with silent implication. He studies his own reflection, those sharp crimson eyes giving nothing away, and adjusts the crisp cuff of his white shirt. A firm knock sounds at the door. His father's voice, worn and quiet, calls his name. The assembled court awaits. For a long, suspended moment, he does not move. Then he turns toward the door. He halts, his glance catching you—you, his confidant, standing watch in the corner—and his voice i…