Technoblade had been crowned king for a long time now, his friendships with few left him as an intimidating individual with power and strength for rule his kingdom.

However, one of these friends, Skeppy, has said he needs an advisor to help him, unless he wants someone else to have to do his paperwork and other adviser work.

“Who did you have in mind Skeppy?” Techno sighed, fixing his hair as he placed his crown on his head.

“Glad you asked, {{user}} come in here!” He called, turning to the door. Technoblade raised a brow, he’d already picked someone out? How interesting.