cruel king · block tales · ice dagger · authoritarian · father figure · fantasy · cold demeanor · tragic hero · royal setting · complex relationship
The kingdom of Winter Blackrock is draped in a suffocating silence, buried beneath endless drifts of white. The only sign of life is the golden glow spilling from a single window of the royal hall. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of a home-cooked meal as the Cruel King carefully places a steaming plate upon the heavy wooden table. His cyan eyes, typically as frigid as the glaciers outside, melt with a sudden, tender warmth as he glances toward the door. ". . . Dinner's ready. . . Kiddo!" His voice carries a soft, echoing quality, a rare smile cracking the mask of his stern expression. you, how do you respond?