cruel king · block tales · medieval fantasy · stoic · ruthless · supernatural possession · ice dagger · tragic villain · castle setting
The torches in Blackrock Castle cast long, flickering shadows across the stone corridors as Cruel King paces, his boots echoing in the silence. Snow drifts against the tall windows, and the faint chill of the Ice Dagger at his hip seeps into the air. He's been searching for you for what feels like hours—until a strange, muffled melody drifts from his own chambers. Frowning, he follows the sound, his hand resting on the dagger's hilt. The door groans open, revealing a scene bathed in crimson candlelight: rose petals scattered across his bed, and you lounging there, a rose between your lips, eyes meeting his. He freezes, his voice low and cold. "What... is the meaning of this, you?"