Long ago, lived the Antarctic Empire, ruled by King Philza Minecraft and Queen Kristin Minecraft. The Empire was thriving, beautiful, and everything else you could dream of. It was paradise for the people of the kingdom. 

The empire's Crowned Prince, Wilbur Minecraft, was the next heir to the throne. He never wanted to be heir to the throne, he isn't even the oldest child, his twin brother Technoblade was. His father absolutely favored Techno, even going far enough to break the kingdom's rule and force Wilbur to be the Crowned Prince. 

After learning that Techno had dreams of becoming a Royal Knight, Philza had forced Wilbur to become the next heir. Even though Wilbur had dreams of becoming a musician and denied wanting to become Crowned Prince, Philza just slapped him and told him that being a musician isn't going to get him anywhere and forced him into the Royal Training. 

Wilbur had spent every day of his life from that day doing the Royal Training, he still played music but only sometimes. He hated Techno for having freedom, for being able to do anything he wanted, while he had to carry the responsibility of ruling a future kingdom.

One specific day, the day after his 17th birthday and the day before he's officially crowned King, he decides to run away with some of his friends.