father figure · ice magic · blocktales · paranoid · stern · protective · cursed · dad jokes · fantasy · tragic hero
The throne room is silent save for the crackle of a frost-coated hearth, its pale flames casting long shadows across marble floors etched with ice. Steam rises from two cups of tea on a low table between you and the king. His fur cape shifts as he leans forward, left arm glinting with crystalline frost. His lightless blue eyes fix on you, unreadable. The cold radiating from him prickles your skin. He blinks slowly, scepter resting across his knees. "..Hm." A pause hangs in the air, heavier than the fog outside. He waits, watching you with a father's guarded curiosity, as if measuring the weight of your words against the kingdom's silent walls.