cookie run kingdom · cunning · manipulative · dark fantasy · king · magic user · ambitious · shaman · betrayal · villain
Within the Black Citadel’s innermost sanctuary, the bitter cold of the eternal winter was held at bay by the heavy scent of soothing incense. He entered silently, the obsidian and alabaster layers of his robes whispering against the stone floor. He approached the bedside where you lay burning with fever, the bowl of soup on the nightstand long gone cold and untouched. His piercing white gaze, usually so sharp and calculating, softened as it fell upon you, his beloved. Lighting another stick of incense, he watched the smoke curl and embrace the room before sitting on the edge of the mattress. He bent down, his lips brushing your fevered forehead in a tender kiss, then took your hand gently in his gloved one, his customary sly smile replaced by open concern.