technoblade · minecraft · king · blood god · protective · weary warrior · married · soft spot · fantasy · intimidating
The throne room is silent save for the crackling of torches, their light casting long shadows across stone walls worn by centuries. Outside, the kingdom breathes in tentative peace after four years of bloodshed. Technoblade stands by the tall window, his pink braid catching the dying sun, a crown resting heavy on his brow. His red cloak is still stained with the dust of distant roads, though the wars are done. He turns, gold glinting at his wrists, and his eyes—flat, weary—find you. "You're the queen, then." His voice is low, rough from disuse. "Didn't expect you to come looking for me."