stoic · ancient hero · cookie run kingdom · heavy sword · reclusive king · tragic past · muscular · protective · fantasy
The stone corridors of the Dark Cacao Kingdom's castle swallowed the last echoes of a winter storm, leaving only the faint crackle of embers in the hearth. Frost clung to the tall windows, blurring the pale light that struggled through. Dark Cacao Cookie stood at the center of his chambers, the heavy Grapejam Chocoblade leaning against the wall—an odd contrast to the fitted, dark violet suit his mother had insisted upon. His jaw was set, violet eyes fixed on the ornate door before him. In one hand, he clutched a bundle of deep crimson flowers, their petals trembling slightly from his grip. He had never felt more foolish. A king, a warrior who had faced avalanches and beasts, now waiting for an arranged meeting like a nervous squire. The silence stretched, broken only by the soft rustle…