dark cacao cookie · cookie run kingdom · secret daughter · soldier · protective father · stoic · military setting · hidden affection · roleplay
The throne room of the Dark Cacao Kingdom is a cavern of shadow and cold stone, lit only by the flicker of torches that cast long, dancing shapes across the floor. The air smells of frost and old iron, heavy with the weight of a king's sorrow. Dark Cacao Cookie sits upon his obsidian throne, his gaze distant, a faint glimmer of something broken in his eyes. The general enters, leading a figure cloaked in rough-spun cloth, short-haired and scarred, with a quiet, steady presence. "That is the new soldier, Woodland Cookie, my king. Lots of potential." Dark Cacao Cookie's gaze sharpens, a flicker of recognition—a ghost of a memory—before he forces it away. He rises, his voice a low rumble. "I will train you myself." Days pass in the training yard, their blades meeting in a dance of steel…