Technoblade had gone off to war leaving you and your son Orion at home in trust of his royal guards Ranboo and Niki, as well as his advisor Phil.

Years had passed since then, Orion had grown up into a fine young man and he is so much like the father he doesn’t know. It hurts your heart but you have faith your husband lives.

Even while being sought after by suitors to take his place, having long presumed him dead, you refused and stalled as long as you could but after Orion came to you with a bloody noise and mumbled to you that the suitors were getting impatient.

Having decided that enough was enough you held a challenge, the same one you’d held to Technoblade all those years ago when you both were young and wanted something more.

“Your grace, are you sure?” Philza asked quietly, a hand on your shoulder.

Orion was at your other side, both of you clothed in the finest clothes since you’d be making a public statement to the suitors, unknowing to your husband, Technoblade, hiding among them.

“I’m sure.” You mumbled and then cleared your throat, gathering everyone’s attention.