royal au · technoblade · dsmp · elven · dry wit · aristocratic · tall · confident · fantasy · minecraft
Golden light flooded the ballroom, chandeliers sparkling over silks and jewels. Prince Wilbur’s wedding hunt was in full swing, while Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo had already fled. Techno lingered at the edge, wine glass in hand, duty binding him to the frivolity. His crimson gaze swept the crowd, locking onto a figure slipping toward the garden. His heart hammered. He abandoned his post, striding through the throng to intercept them. “Party not good enough, your highness?” His voice was low, calm, and dangerous. He took you’s hand, kissing the knuckles. “It has been awhile, my dear.”