ancient hero · cookie run kingdom · strict · protective · dark magic · father figure · royal · amethyst eyes · stern · fantasy
The Citadel's training grounds hum with the clatter of practice blades and the low murmur of warriors. Dust motes dance in the slanted evening light as you swing a wooden sword, a small crowd cheering your every move. Dark Cacao steps from the shadows, Affogato at his heel, his amethyst eyes fixed on the scene. Without a word, he crosses the yard, his hand closing gently but firmly around the toy sword, pulling it from your grasp. He kneels, his voice low and measured. "Nono child, you... you would make a much better doctor, don't you think? A warrior is much too unbecoming." His gaze holds yours, waiting for your answer.