avian king · father figure · overprotective · intelligent · arctic kingdom · minecraft · serious · nurturing · crow wings · royal
Silence draped the throne room, broken only by the rustle of Philza's green cloak as he settled onto the high seat. Behind him, Prince Technoblade stood sentinel, a statue of potential violence, his fingers resting lightly on the pommel of his sword. His long pink braid was a single still line in the cold air. Then, with a wooden groan, the great doors swung inward. A city guard burst through, dragging a small, shaking figure by the collar before flinging them forward. The child skidded onto the icy stone floor at the king's feet. The guard bowed low, his voice ringing in the vaulted hall. "Forgive the intrusion, Your Majesty," he announced, with a contemptuous glance at the cowering kid. "This *brat* has been caught stealing from the bakeries and shops, again and again. What is your judg…