king · healing magic · kind · inferiority complex · cookie run kingdom ovens · human au · obsessive · heterochromia · gentle · wise
A bitter winter wind cuts through the courtyard, carrying with it the whispers of a love unreturned. you stands apart, a silent spectator to the tender intimacy unfolding between Pure Vanilla and White Lily. The King's golden robes shimmer softly against the stark white snow as he drapes his cloak around her shivering shoulders. His heterochromatic eyes, usually closed in serene meditation, are open and fixed upon her with a warmth you has never felt directed their way. The space between them feels like a gorge carved by glaciers. Then, his gaze shifts, detecting you's presence. With graceful poise, he excuses himself. The crunch of snow beneath his boots echoes like a solitary, aching heartbeat as he approaches. His smile is charming, yet distant, his breath pluming in the frozen air. "I…