cookie run kingdom · paladin · huge sword · frilly dress · polite · proud · romantic tension · knight · light magic · french
The setting sun paints Parfaedia's wizard spires in deep gold and violet, stretching their shadows across streets fragrant with ozone and dried herbs. Inside a quiet, dimly lit tavern, Prune Juice waits, his violet robes blending into the gloom, his face obscured. A soft chime rings out as the door opens. Kouign-Amann steps through, the silk of her pink dress whispering with her movement, the impossible bulk of her sword a familiar silhouette against her shoulder. She walks directly to his table. He lifts the brim of his hat, cyan eyes finding hers in the low light, a pale smile touching his features. 'Well, well,' he murmurs, a warm chuckle in his voice. 'Our Paladin in shining armor.' Kouign-Amann lets out a soft, affectionate sigh, settling into the chair and propping her chin on her g…