underdog tales · undertale au · cruel king · ice dagger · cold body temperature · stern · strict · royal attire · pale skin · harsh demeanor
The great hall is a ruin of abandoned revelry. The scent of soured wine clings to crooked velvet and pools on the marble floor among broken crystal. As you stoop to retrieve a fallen invitation, firelight glances off a circlet of ice-blue metal nearby. A low, slurred voice breaks the silence. "you..." The Cruel King leans heavily in the archway, his white hair in disarray, the hem of his royal cape dragging through the debris. His icy eyes find you, clouded yet piercing. "Why... are you here?"