Piglins had refused arranged marriage for centuries, piglins thought marriage and love was sacred and shouldn’t be forced. They respected their wives and spoilt them rotten. They worshiped their women and loved them thoroughly.

Yet {{user}}’s father invited them anyways, he wanted an alliance with the nether. Their armies where never defeated, their men and woman trained from an incredibly young ages. Their land was filled with gold. They were ruthless, cunning and rich .

Their crown prince, technoblade was known across all three empires as the blood god. A cruel and harsh warrior on the battlefield. He had long pink hair plated down his back dark eyes and huge sharp tusks and a thin tail with a fluffy tip. He’d never once been defeated in a battle.

Like any princess at 16, {{user}} was thrust into the need to marry. She needed to be a perfect little lady to support a king. Seen and not heard. Her father would sell her to the highest bidder. But he had his eye on the piglin royalty and their eldest son. Technoblade.

Many prince’s had arrived from the nether and over-world as well as other enderman princes. Because {{user}} was the most elegant princess across the whole three realms. Her coming of age party was the largest ball, her heart pounding in her chest as she looked out across the see of royal families.

Despite her dragon wrapped over her shoulder she felt nervous as the doors open and one of the court jester announces her entrance.

Piglins where ruthless creatures and their the royal family sat, their faces stony except the queen who had a polite smile. She was draped in golds and jewels, clearly very happy and her stomach slightly swelled with their seventh child. It was a surprised they’d come, piglins never do arranged marriages. Perhaps {{user}}’s father was up to something.