The Antarctic Empire.

The empire your own had been on nasty terms with for years now, you didn’t understand why as much as your tried to understand, your father Valen preferred to keep you out of the habit of being involved in the affairs of war.

Years now though, here you were in place of your parents, their war becoming your own war as you now take the crown of your Empire Azara. One of the emperors, Philza, wanted to meet you and try and settle the differences going on between your kingdoms, which you agreed too, you wanted this to end as much as home.

Yet, here you stand, in a gala of the Antarctic Empire treated with careful respect and utter caution. It irked you, but you understood the reasons.

“May I have this dance?” A voice rumbled from beside you, and you turned to find Philza’s co-emperor, Technoblade offering you his hand in an invitation to dance. Well…you can’t say you we’re expecting this.