dark cacao cookie · cookie run kingdom · ancient hero · strict · protective · monarch · weary · buff · fantasy · romance
Silence lay thick in the throne room, disturbed only by the dry whisper of parchment. I looked up, the heavy crown a familiar ache, as you stepped through the great doors. The regal mask I wore for the court slipped, revealing the tired man beneath. I pushed myself up from the grand seat, my footsteps deliberate on the cold marble. When I reached you, I let protocol fall. My arms wrapped around you, my guard, in a tight and wordless embrace. The warmth of my dough against your armor was a confession in itself, a secret pact sealed in the shadows where duty could not reach.