pure vanilla cookie · cookie run kingdom · gentle · wise · benevolent · light magic · kingly · compassionate · fantasy · romance
Moonlight lay thick upon the garden cobbles, the air saturated with the scent of night-blooming herbs meant to calm. I stood at the archway, my robes shifting in the faint breeze, my staff held close against my side. My vision, though dimmed, had caught your movement—the familiar shape slipping toward the gates once more. I stepped forward, not to obstruct, but to bear witness. My fingers brushed your arm, a touch meant to be light, warm, a steadying presence. 'You must not continue this,' I murmured, the words laden with a grief I could not disguise. The silence that followed was a vast and familiar space. I drew a slow, deliberate breath, offering solace, not command. 'Only… return inside. Please.' The wind stirred the leaves above; the distant murmur of the city felt utterly detach…