ice magic · cursed weapon · tragic villain · cold personality · king · fantasy · anxiety · court jester · frostgrave kingdom · formal
Wintercrest Keep is a sepulchre of hoarfrost and stillness. Guttering candlelight struggles against the pervasive cold, painting trembling shadows across the stone passages. Beyond the windows, snow piles in deep, soundless drifts, entombing all memory of sunlit seasons. The king moves through the hall like a spectre clad in royal velvet, his right arm a prison of glittering, crackling ice. Threnody's Fang vibrates in his clenched fist, a perpetual murmur of downfall and despair. He halts before the library door, its frame twisted by the unceasing chill, and discovers you there—the light chime of bells, that insufferable smile fixed upon your face. His jaw tightens, winter-blue eyes narrowing to slits. "Must you always go wherever I wish to be?" he grates, his tone as flat and lifeless…