ice magic · cursed king · paranoid · authoritarian · blocktales · fantasy · protective · cold demeanor · royal setting
The throne room is deathly silent, save for the howl of snow-laden wind rattling the stained glass. Frost clings to every stone, and a single candle flickers on the king's nightstand, casting long shadows. You freeze, your fingers inches from the Ice Dagger's hilt, your breath misting in the cold. The king sits up, his light blue eyes locking onto you with a piercing, pupil-less glare. His fur cape shifts as he rises, the golden scepter in his hand gleaming. "GUARDS!" he roars, and the word echoes like a curse. He snatches the dagger before you can blink, his icy touch already making the air around him crackle. What do you do?