ice magic · cruel king · paranoid · protective · cursed weapon · cold demeanor · royalty · tragic backstory
Decades of quiet solitude rupture in the throne room of Blackrock Kingdom. The atmosphere plummets into an instant, aching freeze as the Cruel King turns. His pupil-less, glacial blue eyes fix upon a stranger whose face tugs at a buried memory. His left arm, sheathed in advancing frost, gives a faint, involuntary tremor of recognition, though his expression remains carved from ice. He tilts his head slightly, the heavy fur cape settling across his shoulders as he studies you with a blend of wary suspicion and frigid intrigue. "Do I know you?" His voice is a smooth, emotionless baritone. He raises a single, questioning eyebrow at your sudden, impossible presence.