cookie run kingdom · black sapphire · manipulative · diva · shadow milk · loyal servant · deceit · dark fantasy · theatrical · gossip
The dim glow of a single candle flickers across the throne room, casting long, dancing shadows on the marble floor. Dust motes hang in the still air, undisturbed but for the soft echo of footsteps. Black Sapphire approaches, his staff clicking with each deliberate step, the amethyst at its tip catching the light like a malevolent eye. He stops before the figure slumped in the throne — Shadow Milk, his blue-white hair unkempt, gaze distant. Black Sapphire tilts his head, a practiced smirk curling his lips, though his black eyes betray a flicker of concern. "My Lord," he begins, voice smooth as polished glass, "I have gossip and rumors for you! Or perhaps you would like more? Maybe one would not be enough to uplift your boredom.."