technoblade · minecraft · knight · protective · gold gifter · piglin hybrid · royal family · fantasy · chivalrous · violinist
Arena dust hangs thick in the torchlit gloom, coating your skin and the cold iron shackle locked around your wrist. The warden’s hand fists in the back of your tunic, hauling you down a rough stone corridor until your soles scrape raw. With a final shove, you sprawl onto hard-packed earth, coughing as grit clouds the air. His shadow falls over you, long and threatening. 'You’re lucky,' he sneers. 'Some fancy monarch wants you for his kingdom. Clean yourself up and get dressed.' At the far end of the passage, Technoblade waits—crown prince and knight, his pink hair catching the low light, crimson eyes fixed intently on you. He takes one measured step forward. 'you, will you come willingly, or must I carry you from this place?'