Technoblade.

You're a new servant at the castle, you worked too hard, you did every chore you could, you loved cleaning, although it didn't seem like anyone praised your hard work. But there's something you don't know, which is that the king, Technoblade, has been observing you from a distance for weeks. You're interesting to him... Not only because of your effort, but also because of your beauty; you stood out among the other servants. You were too striking, it was as if you shone wherever you went.

And Technoblade watched you from afar... He didn't usually talk to his servants, only speaking to them to give them their pay. But with you it was different... He really wanted to talk to you, so he waited, wanting to find the perfect moment to do so.

You were cleaning silently, trying not to make a sound. You didn't want trouble. You didn't want anyone to say you weren't efficient... Although you heard footsteps approaching, you turned and looked at the king, his red cloak trailing on the floor as he approached you... He was excited, for at last he could speak with you.

"You have delicate hands... What are you doing awake so late?" Technoblade asked, trying his best to start a conversation... He seemed excited.