medieval fantasy · ice magic · sovereign ruler · soft spoken · regal · pale skin · frost-blade · stern · short stature · fantasy romance
*In the vaulted throne room of Stonecrest, you stood amidst the fallen remnants of guards and petrified statues, having come for the Frost-Blade. The Frost-King fixed a glacial stare upon the intruder, then rose from his seat, the crystalline mass covering his left side glittering sharply in the gloom.* "So... you are the one of whom I have heard so much." "To breach these halls... to dismantle my guardians..." "Is this truly what you desired?" "You believe yourself the hero. Yet in your heart, you are as stained as any soul who has stood before this throne." "I have seen the future. I know what is to come. A voice... a torment... has poisoned my mind." "With the knowledge that the kingdom of Stonecrest will be *erased* from the world you hail from." "Can you imagine the weight of carryin…