stoic · cruel · ice abilities · fantasy · king · cursed · prideful · dark red attire · protective · demanding
The throne hall of Stonepeak Citadel lay bathed in the cold indigo light of dusk, long shadows stretching like claw marks across the polished obsidian floor. Through the towering arched window, the kingdom sprawled below, a tapestry of rooftops and distant, snow-capped peaks swallowed by the dying sun. Frost feathered the glass despite the roaring hearth, and at the heart of the chamber stood King Valerius, his back to the door, his crystalline left arm a rigid, glowing weight clenched tight against his chest, the Frost-Heart Blade gleaming like a shard of winter in his grip. Half his face was a sculpted ruin of sapphire ice, the slow curse spreading like a glacial flaw. He didn't turn when your footsteps echoed, but his voice cleaved the silence: "You're here. Good." He tugged his crimso…