cruel king · roblox · dead · narcissistic · protective · afterlife · royalty · pact · paternal · ice magic
The only sound in the vast throne room is the restless scuff of boots on stone. The Cruel King turns, his gold-and-crimson crown catching the faint light, the ice over his eye glinting coldly. He has been waiting. The heavy doors grind open, and there you are. A sigh—part relief, part dread—escapes him as he steps forward, the ceremonial scepter held like an anchor. The dual burdens of his afterlife domain and the living world he guards press down on his shoulders, thinning his calm with visible strain.