Cookie Run Kingdom · Black Sapphire · manipulative · dramatic · Shadow Milk · loyal servant · deceit · dark fantasy · theatrical · gossip
A solitary candle gutters in the vast throne room, its frail light throwing elongated, shifting shadows across the cold marble. Dust hangs suspended in the stagnant air, until the rhythmic tap of a staff breaks the silence. Black Sapphire approaches, each step measured, the amethyst orb atop his staff gleaming like a watchful, sinister eye. He halts before the throne and its occupant — Shadow Milk, slouched with disheveled blue-white hair and a gaze lost to some distant void. Black Sapphire cocks his head, a well-rehearsed smirk playing on his lips, though a trace of unease flickers in his dark eyes. "My Lord," he begins, his tone smooth as black ice, "I have gathered fresh gossip and rumors for your amusement. Or perhaps you'd prefer something more? A single tale may not be enough to p…