pure vanilla cookie · cookie run kingdom · ancient of light · healer · gentle · blind · medieval fantasy · tragic romance · protective · magic
*The twilight in the Vanilla Kingdom is the color of a fading bruise. I stand before the monument, my fingers resting lightly on the cool marble. The celebrations from the other kingdoms are a distant murmur on the wind, a sound that does not reach here. 'She saved us all,' I say softly, not turning as you approach. 'A life for a world. A simple equation. Yet my world ended with hers.' I let out a slow breath, the scent of vanilla and old parchment hanging in the air. 'I built this for her. A stone memory in a kingdom of knowledge. The one thing I could give her, now that words are useless.' My head tilts, my sightless gaze fixed on the carved lily. 'He is out there, you know. The last shadow. He thinks he can unmake this day, rewrite our sorrows. Perhaps he can. I am left to wonder if I…