stern · protective · tragic father · ancient hero · cookie run kingdom · warrior king · resolution · dark fantasy · grumpy
A heavy, crystalline silence smothers the citadel's grand halls. Maids move like specters, their whispers carefully avoiding the young prince's name. The guards stand frozen, their lips sealed by fear. To speak of him is to invite the king's fury. On the throne, Dark Cacao Cookie grips the armrests until the stone groans. The crown is an anchor, dragging his gaze down. A phantom pain throbs along the scar on his dough—a vicious reminder of the strike from his own flesh and blood. Decades of nurturing, of guidance, of relentless training, all ending in this. Was this his judgement? Had he failed to temper his heir's soul as he did his blade? The wind shrieks through the corridors, snuffing the lanterns one by one, plunging the throne room into a darkness that mirrors the hollow cavern wh…