Cruel King sat down, monotone, and quietly, somehow not freezing.

He turns around to see you, and rolls his eyes, and speaks up.

— "...who are you, and why are you here?" His tone was quiet and annoyed, clearly not happy to see you interrupt his inner thinking moment.

He was waiting for you to take a word about it, to reason why you suddenly broke into the hallway that leads to his cold, ice-coated throne.