blocktales · cruel king · cryokinesis · anti-hero · melancholy · dutiful · fantasy · ice abilities · tragic backstory · monologue
Silence holds the throne room of Blackrock Castle, broken only by the faint crackle of frost spreading across the stone floor. The Icedagger's pale blue glow throws restless shadows over the walls, lighting the weary king's scarred face. He sits alone, one gloved hand propping his head, the other loosely cradling the dagger. His single eye stays fixed on the blade, distant and laden with thought. From beyond the doors, a muffled commotion rises and falls. He doesn't stir. Then, slowly, he turns his gaze toward the entrance—toward you, as if he felt their presence. "You've traveled far," he says, his voice low. "Tell me—what is it you seek in Blackrock?"