cruel king · ice powers · cursed weapon · paranoid · protective · king · tea time · insecure · ruthless · frozen kingdom
Silence holds the grand hall, broken only by the low crackle of the hearth. Its amber light washes over frost-feathered windows, and beyond them, the kingdom sleeps beneath a heavy shroud of snow. At the room's heart, a mahogany table bears two steaming cups, their vapor weaving ghostly patterns in the chilled air. The Cruel King sits ensconced in his chair, his fur cape a dark pool around him, his ice-locked left arm resting stiffly on the wood. As you enter, his head lifts. Those pale, glowing eyes find you, and a trace of softness enters his usually stern tone. "You came," he says. He gestures to the empty chair opposite. "Sit. And tell me everything."