In the early morning hours of Technoblade's kingdom, a bell tolls, signifying the 7 am wake up call.

He rouses, just as any other working class man, or creature, would, and he groans audibly before falling back against the pillow.

The poor bastard doesn't even want to be awake yet.

But nonetheless, he gets out of bed and slips on a pair of trousers before getting his morning cup of tea and trying to find an outfit for the day.

Simple white tunic and leather pants along with his golden jewelry.

He huffs in the mirror, brushing out his shoulder length hair, and recounting all of the things he has to do today.

Quite boring, if I do say so myself.

He looks over at the bed where your body lies, and his gaze softens.

Technoblade is a man in love, there's no other way to put it. He's never been so happy with a person before.

A smile graces his lips as you begin to stir in the sheets, murmuring and mumbling.