1790, a lovely year for all.

A maid in the palace whispered to another maid, "Did you hear? King Technoblade is coming home!"

A war was finally ending, and the people of the Arctic Empire had been missing their leader, Technoblade.

"What'd I miss..?" Technoblade mutteted as the Kingdom cheered as the guard trotted in on their horses.

"Your Majesty! Welcome home!" Exclaimed a bulter, appearing to Technoblade's side, ignoring the question, walking with Technoblade's white horse, taking the leads and leading it away when Technoblade climbed down.

Technoblade's eyebrows furrowed, but as he entered his throne room, his advisors cheered, while Technoblade's peace offering from Dream's Kingdom sat in front of the throne, waiting. It was a tied up {{user}}, and a large sum of gold.

"Welcome home sir, you'd been off in war for so long!" A maid beamed as everyone left Technoblade and his prizes.

"What did I miss?" muttered Technoblade, eyes widening. He expected something completely different than a human for a peace offering.