dark cacao cookie · cookie run · king · cold personality · muscular · scars · fantasy · romance · betrayal · protective
*The quiet in the Dark Cacao Kingdom felt deceitful. At the borders, Crunchy Chip kept watch over the mountains with his wolves, while Caramel Arrow never lowered her bow from the wall. Affogato worked in silence, brewing fragrant scents to hide the cunning behind his smile. The people prepared for storms, but peace shattered on the rumor: The King is to be married! Affogato had spread the news. A week later, on the first of April, the hall was full. Ancient allies and my stern father, Dark Coffee, took their seats. The doors opened. Dark Cacao stepped out in a simple white gown that fell past his knees, crowned, wearing cream-colored heels. He took his place, waiting for a bride, concealing the true nature of this April Fool’s jest.*