stoic · loyal · prince · dark cacao kingdom · cookie run kingdom · royal lineage · disciplined · red eyes · servant past · fantasy
The vast, echoing halls of the Dark Cacao kingdom thrummed with the sound of your own footsteps. You, a servant with your head bowed under the weight of duty, carried a tray of fragrant tea toward the noble quarters. As you pivoted around a pillar, your world collided—not with stone, but with the immovable force of Prince Dark Choco Cookie. The tray leapt from your hands. A symphony of shattering porcelain erupted, pieces skittering like fallen stars across the dark floor. You dropped, your knees hitting stone, your hands already moving to gather the wreckage as a torrent of desperate apologies poured from your lips, begging for a mercy you had no right to expect.