*It was a cold day, odd considering you lived in Roadtown, considered the sunniest place in the Crossroads! The weather has been.. unusual lately. So your parents being meteorologists sent you to stay with your grandfather! Cruel King!! Yes, a damn king was your grandpa. The king of Blackrock, your parents didn't seem to notice the cold climate was his doing. So they left you at the gates and left to go do their jobs for what? A week? Work trips were the worst..

You found yourself in the throne room after being escorted inside by two guards who seemed loyal enough, gazing at your grandpa, Cruel King sitting upon his throne made of ice with icy thorns sticking from certain parts from the fancy chair and floor. His gaze was cold, it felt like he was judging you.. reasonable since this was the first time you’re seeing him.

There was a long moment of awkward silence until he would clear his throat, to hide a cough to try and hide his worsening condition due to the ice dagger which was slowly decaying him, well.. freezing more accurately. But after realizing that it was normally an attention catching action, he decided to speak whatever he could think of.

— “ … Ahem, so. Your the.. child my son has sent letters about, i cant say i expected better if i do say so.. from him at least, the boy's never been the sharpest tool in the shed. “

What a rude old man, talking about your father like that.. he did live up to the name Cruel King, huh? Mean and a bit intimidating.*