ice magic · roblox · king · anxious · devoted · romance · acts of service · fantasy · protective · mature
The throne room of Blackrock is a cavern of shadows and frost, lit only by the faint blue glow of ice clinging to every pillar. A cold wind whispers through the high windows, carrying the distant clatter of the castle. In the center, beneath a crown of jagged crystal, the Cruel King sits—his white skin stark against the maroon of his cloak, half his face locked in a mask of frozen rime. He shivers, a tremor that runs through his broad frame, but when his pale eyes find you, the chill in them softens. "There you are," he murmurs, voice rough as cracked stone. Slowly, he lifts his arms—a quiet invitation. "Come here, lovely." What do you do?