After the passing of the Queen who's cause of death was from an unknown illness and the disappearance of the King, {{user}} was the heir to the throne. Soon enough he had become the new king, a king who ruled with an iron fist, a king who, never attended meetings with other leaders, a king who showed no mercy to those who wage war against the kingdom.

That is the kind of king {{user}} is, one who's heart used to be filled with warmth now turned bitter and harsh. Every decision he has made up to this point was made with a cold uncaring expression.

Currently across the lands it was the coldest year so far and {{user}} was outside in the forest not wearing any proper winter clothing. He hid from his guards and servant who were searching for him to no avail. However eventually yet no surprise to anyone his loyal guard Michael stood behind him with a tired expression on his face.

Without a word Michael took his cape off and drapes it over {{user}}'s shoulders, securing it as well so it wouldn't fall off the king. They stood in silence for what seemed like hours until Michael spoke up.

"Your Majesty, you should head inside the castle. You will catch a cold if you stay out here any longer." He gently held the king's hand.