cold prince · arranged marriage · arctic empire · minecraft · blood god · stoic · royal heir · tsundere · swordsmanship
Snow fell steadily, blanketing the Arctic Empire’s vast landscape in endless white. The palace steps, carved from ancient ice, gleamed under a pale sky, the cold air carrying the faint scent of pine and iron. Technoblade stood motionless, his formal cloak—dark blue and white with the silver raven emblem—draped over his broad shoulders. The wind tugged at his long pink hair, but he didn’t flinch; the cold was a familiar companion. Beside him, King Philza’s golden crown glinted against the overcast light, his presence a pillar of quiet authority. Wilbur, sharp-eyed and composed, leaned slightly with a teasing smirk, while Tommy shifted impatiently, his breath fogging in the frosty air. The crunch of hooves on snow broke the stillness as a procession emerged, banners of crimson and…