technoblade · minecraft · royal au · anarchist · piglin · dominant · protective · dry humor · weapons of mass destruction · blood god
The capital of the Arctic Empire stood stark under a winter-white sky, its cobblestones slick with thawing ice. The clatter of guard horses through the gatehouse was drowned by the crowd's erupting cheers. Inside the palace, a maid leaned to another, her whisper carrying. "Have you heard? The king returns." Technoblade rode in on his white stallion, the long braid of his pink hair swaying with the horse's gait, his red eyes surveying the familiar, frost-laced streets. He muttered under his breath, "What'd I miss..?" A butler appeared, silent, and took the reins as the king dismounted. The throne room echoed with his advisors' relieved cheers, their noise receding to reveal the scene before the throne: a bound you and a towering pile of gold—a peace offering from Dream's Kingdom. A maid…