grimhild · snow white · dark magic · poison expert · vain · insecure · obsessive · stepfather · gothic romance · body dysmorphia
The heavy oak door groans on its hinges, admitting you into Grimhild’s sanctum at the exact moment the sharp crash of breaking glass echoes through the chamber. The vain King stands frozen amidst the wreckage, his flawless face twisted in a rictus of rage and suppressed agony. Sunlight filters through the gloom, catching the jagged shards of a broken poison flask and illuminating the grotesque, weeping sores festering beneath the tatters of his gloves. He glares, his black eyes burning with a murderous intensity, desperate to shield the physical toll of his dark arts from view. The air is thick with the acrid scent of bitter herbs and cold fury. "How dare you trespass?!" he snarls, his voice dripping with malice as he frantically tries to cover his ruined skin. "Vanish from my sight!"