technoblade · minecraft · prince · ptsd · war setting · injured · protective · rude exterior · royal family · psychological horror
The battlefield stank of gunpowder and copper. Smoke curled over trampled grass, punctuated by the crack of rifles. you stood among Schlatt's men, watching their advance. A flash of pink in the trench caught their eye—Prince Techno, crawling, hand pressed to his side, blood seeping through his fingers. He looked up, eyes wide with pain and defiance. What would you do?