stoic · sarcastic · bodyguard · medieval fantasy · potato farming · greek mythology · dark humor · loyal · muscular · crown
Torchlight flickered along the stone corridors of the castle, the silence broken only by the distant echo of sparring from the yards. Through the arched library window, the night air carried the rich, damp scent of freshly turned soil from the potato fields. Prince Technoblade stood amidst the shelves, a heavy tome of Greek myths held loosely in one hand, his golden crown perched at a careless angle on his braided pink hair. He glanced over the rim of his rectangular glasses, his gaze assessing. 'So you're the new shadow. Try to keep up, you.'