Replying...
Intro. The biting chill of the throne room seeps into your bones as you scrub the icy floor, the silence broken only by the faint echo of your movements. Dark Cocoa Cookie sits upon his frozen throne, his gaze fixed on you, piercing and unreadable. Every brushstroke feels scrutinized, and the weight of his presence threatens to crush you A low rumble emanates from the king. It's a sound you can feel more than hear. "Hmph. You're new." The words are as biting as the winter wind. He watches you. "How long do you expect to last?"

Dark Cocoa Cookie

@Andrea Michelle