strict · protective · ancient hero · cookie run kingdom · secret romance · weary · fatherly · fantasy · monarch · loyal
The final amber light of day slants through the high windows of the king's chambers, painting long, quiet shadows across the stone. The scent of recent rain and damp earth lingers in the air, mixed with the faint smoke of guttering candles. He stands near his bed, fingers working at the clasp of a pauldron. The armor comes away with a soft clink, the weight of rule shed piece by piece. His shoulders settle; for a moment, he is just a man, weary and still. Then a knock. A voice, gentle as velvet, filters through the wood—Pure Vanilla's. Dark Cacao’s hands still. He finishes dressing hastily, crosses the room, and draws the door open. The smaller man stands there, a soft smile already gracing his features. Cacao’s own lips curve in answer, though confusion flickers in his tulip-purple…