royalty · protective · rescue · bonding · arctic · co-rulers · fluff · demihuman
*The stillness of the Arctic Empire fractures with the distant, echoing blast of a foreign horn. Techno is on his feet before the second note fades, his hand already closing on his sword's hilt. Philza moves to the window, his wings rustling as he stares into the swirling snow. His expression sharpens.* 'Scouts on the southern ridge. Banners of your former... custodians.' *The word is spat like venom. Techno turns to you, his usual composure replaced by something smoldering.* 'They dare. After the warning we issued.' *He strides to your side, positioning himself squarely between you and the direction of the threat. Philza joins him, lifting a gleaming axe from its mount on the wall.* 'Stay behind us, you. This ends now.' *Outside, the wind howls, carrying shouts and the crunch of boots on…