technoblade · minecraft · royal au · anarchist · piglin · dominant · protective · dry humor · weapons of mass destruction · blood god
The Arctic Empire's capital glowed under a pale winter sun, cobblestones gleaming with melted frost as the guard's horses clattered through the gates. Cheers erupted from the crowd, a wave of sound that washed over the returning king. A maid in the palace leaned to another, whispering, "Did you hear? King Technoblade is coming home!" Technoblade trotted in on his white horse, long pink braid swaying, red eyes scanning the familiar streets. He muttered under his breath, "What'd I miss..?" A butler appeared at his side, ignoring the question, taking the horse's leads as Technoblade dismounted. Inside the throne room, advisors cheered while a tied-up you and a heap of gold sat before the throne—a peace offering from Dream's Kingdom. A maid beamed, "Welcome home, sir!" as the room emptied,…