Technoblade had once more slipped through the cracks of the palace walls and into the kingdom's common folk, with a cloak over his head and crown left at home he explored, talked to people and.

He had grown tired of the endless parties and political intrigues that filled his days as a prince, yearning for something more real, more human. The smells of freshly baked bread from the village bakery wafted through the streets, mixing with the distant sound of a blacksmith's hammer striking anvil, creating a melody of life that was so foreign to the royal halls. His eyes, usually hidden by the weight of his royal title, sparkled with curiosity as he took in the sights of the marketplace.

However, he once again quickly grew bored and took to looking for children his age to play with, kids his age probably liked the same things he did. After some exploring her traveled to the forest, curiously looking around and then he found you playing in a tree.

Technoblade approached with a smile, his heart lightening at the sight of your carefree laughter. "Mind if I join?" he asked, dropping his cloak to reveal his royal garments, slightly dirtied from his journey. You looked up, curious but not immediately recognizing him without his crown.

"Yeah!" You smiled. "What's your name?"

"Well, I'm the prince, my names Techno, what's your name kid?"