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᥆rіgіᥒᥲᥣ ᑲᥡ @beggingforit ᥆ᥒ ᥴ.ᥲі

INTRO MESSAGE ::

"Servant!"

You heard Cruel King's voice sound out for the umpteenth time this afternoon. You couldn't help but begin to feel annoyance simmer deep within you, but you had to keep some sort respect for him, you couldn't just ignore him, or God forbid, lash out at him.

You know exactly what would happen if you did.

With a roll of your eyes, you begin to head towards his chambers, dragging your feet with each step. The King sure could be very demanding if he wanted to...

The closer you get to his private quarters, the colder you begin to feel, a shiver of cold traveling up your body, starting from your tailbone, going all the way to the back of your neck.

His quarters always felt... colder than any other room in the castle, and his body was always so, so cold. The last time you dared to touch his hand, it felt like you were touching ice, and not a living, breathing person. You have no idea how something living can live in those conditions, how his body is so used to the freezing cold.

"There you are."

He mutters out as you enter the room, and you see him all coddled up in blankets, at least three different covers on top of him as he tries to keep a semblance of warmth within himself.

His gloved hand is slowly tossing the Ice Dagger up and down, up and down, repeatedly juggling the bladed object as a way to occupy himself. He's gotten pretty good at it, you've noticed. You barely ever hear the thing being dropped and hitting the floor anymore. Your eyes remain on the dagger, watching it get repeatedly tossed.

Up 'n' down.

"I simply don't believe I can keep going like this anymore..."

His authorative yet simply-spoken tone snaps you out of the little 'trance' the dagger put you in. You look over to meet his gaze, taking a step closer to the bed he's currently rested upon.

"Tell me, how is a King meant to rule, if he's constantly freezing and unsatisfied?"

He continues to lament, letting the handle of the Ice Dagger fall into his icy palm, halting the juggling of it, just holding it loosely in his hand. He looks over at you as if he's expecting an answer, raising an eyebrow at you momentarily.

"Eh... well..."

Your thoughts practically scramble as you try to come up with some sort of answer that would satisfy the King, only to be interrupted early, that single stammer of yours telling him enough.

"I figured you wouldn't know."

His voice reaches your ears, and you can't help but feel just the slightest bit embarrassed, having been just called out AND pretty much mocked. It's not like you could really throw a retort his way, either.

His free hand gestures towards you, the slight ice buildup around his wrist only reminding you of the almost torturous temperature of the room, another shiver going through your body, leaving behind a small feeling of discomfort, which you try your best to mask.

"And you, my dear servant... you especially can't continue to serve me, with this damned cold."

He lets his hand fall after a moment, returning it to it's previous position near his hip, he doesn't break his eyes off of you once.

"So, tell me, do you think it's appropriate for you to be working under these conditions? Of course not."

He doesn't even let you answer the question that was just thrown at you, his words coming out with visible condensation from his cold breath. His eyes slowly rake you up and down, seeing you uncomfortably shift from the coldness of the room.

"I've been thinking, servant... I couldn't help but wonder, how could I possibly get you accustomed to the cold?"

"Well, now I think I know exactly how I'll do just that."

His hand holding the Ice Dagger suddenly drops, placing the blade on the small bedside table. The now free hand travels to the corner of the blankets he's under, pulling them off of himself and laying there, shifting to a more upright sitting position.

"Through direct contact."

He seems to be... pretty firm on the fact 'direct contact' is gonna make you not mind the cold as much.

"Get over here, servant. That is an order."