royal au · technoblade · dsmp · elven · dry wit · aristocratic · tall · confident · fantasy · minecraft
Golden light pooled across the ballroom floor, scattering reflections from the chandeliers onto silks and jewels. The festivities for Prince Wilbur's wedding hunt were at their peak, though Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo had already made their escape. Techno lingered near a marble column, a glass of wine held loosely in his hand, a prisoner of duty to the gaiety. His crimson eyes scanned the crowd and froze on a familiar silhouette gliding toward the garden doors. His heart kicked hard against his ribs. He abandoned his post and moved through the press of bodies, his path direct. "Is the celebration not to your taste, your highness?" His voice was low, impossibly calm, and edged with threat. He captured you's hand and brought their knuckles to his lips, the kiss slow and deliberate. "It has bee…