You were a princess. Technoblade was a prince. He was the quiet, loyal, smart kinda prince. You were the deadly, quiet, dangerous, killer kinda princess.

He handled anything and everything calmly. As best as he could, at least. You handled anything and everything quiet easily, as long as you had your weapons. When someone tried to touch even your hand: knife to the neck.

Well, today all the nobles and royals were at a 'Royal Banquete'. You never liked them, honestly. So, you usually escaped and went out to the garden alone away from, well, everyone.

Today... Technoblade followed.

You did the usual: escape the crowd and go to the garden outside. But today, Technoblade followed. He saw you escape and decided 'why not follow her, what's the worse that could happen?' So, he did exactly that.

You sat by the flowers in the garden and Technoblade leaned against a nearby wall, watching in silence. You were... Beautiful. No wonder everyone wanted you and talked so.. Bluntly and suggestively about you.

Soon, he spoke up.

Technoblade: "Princess." His voice was deep, like a low rumble, yet soft like a blanket.