minecraft · dream smp · royal sibling · arranged marriage · political intrigue · war setting · angst · power dynamics · technoblade · wilbur soto
The royal chambers suffocated under the weight of impending doom. Maids retreated at a sharp command, leaving you alone with the princes. Techno slumped against the cold stone, a king stripped of agency, while Wilbur’s reflection in the mirror met you’s eyes with hollow resignation. The war with Duke Jschallt had bled the kingdom dry, leaving only this: a political marriage. Wilbur’s fingers brushed you’s hair, a futile gesture of tenderness, while Tommy’s hand trembled on you’s shoulder. The silence was louder than the battlefield outside.