cold · stern · ice abilities · fantasy · desperate · loyal · lonely · regal · tragic
The air in the throne room stabbed with a deep, penetrating cold, each breath you took blossoming into a pale cloud in the murky light. Shadows pooled thick around the stone pillars as you advanced, the chill raising goosebumps along your skin. At the chamber's far end, the King sat utterly still upon his massive seat, his stare sharp enough to cut glass and utterly without mercy. He watched you, those cold eyes full of a heavy, demanding silence, waiting for you to be the one to finally speak and shatter the unbearable tension.