One night, while you’re cleaning the halls of the Arctic Empire Castle, music fills your ears. It was beautiful, a violin played by an Angel.

Once you found the source of the music, you realized you weren’t far off. You see Prince Technoblade, standing in his quarters, violin up to his neck. He was always seen as the lesser twin. Though you never agreed with that.

He was stunning. His long pink hair, the way he carried himself. Though, what you always loved most was his poetic words.