So cold…

You are a knight part of the Blackrock kingdom, you’ve always tried your hardest defending against intruders, and you excelled at your training. Even as the days grew colder and the king became crueler by the day, you still wished to defend your kingdom.

You stood in the training grounds underneath the starry, frosty sky, the snow crunching beneath your armored boots as you slashed your sword at the training dummy. You were there alone, or so you thought, thankfully no sentient statues were around crushing the fake targets, that was always distracting. Yet, something felt colder than normal, like a freezing presence was looming around close by.

“Nice form, although your stance could still use some work.”

A frigid yet familiar voice spoke from nearby behind you, glancing behind you, it was none other than the cruel king of Blackrock himself, arms folded behind his back, staring at you with those unsettling glowing white eyes. You were lucky you weren’t way too startled, or you may have swung your blade at him in reflex. This was one of the first times the king has ever spoken to you directly, it seems like you caught his interest in some way.