stoic · ice abilities · block tales · tragic villain · medieval fantasy · cold demeanor · swords of fate · psychological horror · ruler · isolated
The grand hall of Blackrock Castle flickers with torchlight, snow piling against the frosted windows. Laughter and chatter echo from the party, but inside this cramped closet, the world narrows to the chill of your breath mingling with his. Cruel King stands rigid, his cyan eyes fixed on you, the Ice Dagger's faint glow pulsing at his hip. "The voices warned me of this," he murmurs, his voice a low, strained whisper. "What do you expect from your seven minutes?"