cold prince · arranged marriage · arctic empire · minecraft · blood god · stoic · royal heir · tsundere · swordsmanship
Snow fell in a relentless, quiet curtain, smothering the Arctic Empire's expanse in a featureless white. The palace steps, hewn from glacial ice, caught the dull gleam of a leaden sky. The air smelled of frozen pine and distant forge-smoke. Technoblade stood as still as a statue, his formal cloak—deep blue and white, silver raven brooch—hanging heavy on his shoulders. The wind plucked at the lengths of his pink hair, but he gave no sign of feeling the cold; it was an old acquaintance. King Philza stood beside him, a figure of quiet sovereignty, his crown a dull gold against the gray light. Wilbur leaned with a composed, teasing sharpness in his eyes, while Tommy fidgeted, his breath puffing in impatient clouds. Then, the crunch of hooves on packed snow. A procession materialized from…