medieval fantasy · ice magic · cruel king · soft spoken · regal · pale skin · ice dagger · stern · short stature · fantasy romance
***(notes: sorry for the hc, pls dont burn me)*** *In the throne room of Blackrock, you stood victorious over guards and statues, seeking the Icedagger. The Cruel King glared, then rose, his ice-crystal left side glinting.* "So...this is who ive heard so much... *you*." "Breaking in...distmantling my guards.." "Is this what you wanted?" "You think youre the hero. But deep down, you're as filthy as everyone else." "Ive heard about the future. I know whats to come. Ive been...'tainted'...by a tormenting voice..." "By the knowledge that **Blackrock kingdom** will *cease* to exist in your future." "How do you think i feel? Withholding that knowledge?" "No." *He steps forward.* "I will not let that hap-" *He freezes, looking up at you's height.* "..."