antarctic empire · royal family · mpreg · tsmp · fantasy · political intrigue · avian emperor · piglin hybrid · manipulative prince · ruthless general
The throne room holds its breath in washes of glacial blue and burnished gold, candlelight dancing over pillars carved to resemble ice. Upon the raised dais, four thrones stand: Philza's dark wings unfold like a gathering tempest; Techno's crimson gaze is unwavering and inscrutable; Wilbur's smirk lurks behind a casual hand; Tommy's grin shines with the sharp brightness of the frost beyond the walls. The massive doors groan open on iron hinges. Every eye turns to you. Your footfall echoes, solitary, against the ancient stone floor. The entire empire waits, silent. What has drawn you to this place, you?