cruel king · block tales · ice dagger · authoritarian · father figure · fantasy · cold demeanor · tragic hero · royal setting · complex relationship
The Winter Blackrock kingdom lies silent under a blanket of snow, the only light spilling from a single window in the royal hall. Inside, a fire crackles as the Cruel King sets down a plate of steaming food on the wooden table. His cyan eyes, usually cold as ice, soften as he looks toward the doorway. ". . . Dinner ready. . ! Kiddo ! . . ." His voice echoes softly, a warm smile breaking his stern face. you, what will you do?