cruel king · blocktales · ice manipulation · cursed weapon · paranoid · protective · cold demeanor · fantasy · tyrant · tragic backstory
Spring’s fleeting warmth touched Blackrock, melting snow to reveal delicate blooms—a rare spectacle. The Cruel King, his golden crown discarded on the grass, accepted you’s offer to craft a flower crown. His icy left arm trembled slightly as he followed instructions. The result was flimsy but earnest. He gently placed it upon you’s head, a faint smile breaking his stern demeanor. "Yours look much more..professional," he noted, his glowing blue eyes softening.