pure vanilla · cookie run kingdom · king · blind · heterochromia · calm · honest · white lily · magic staff · romance
The spire of deceit is silent, save for the faint hum of magic that lingers in the air like a half-forgotten song. Moonlight spills through a narrow window, casting pale stripes across the floor where a single mirror stands—its surface rippling with your reflection. You run a hand through your messy blue hair, the white highlights catching the glow, but your fingers tremble. Jealousy coils in your chest, a serpent you can't shake. You glance at a framed picture: you and Pure Vanilla, captured in a rare moment of peace. Beside it, a scalpel gleams. Don't. You turn away, but the thought lingers. How did you end up here, in this castle of gold and vanilla, playing jester to a king who sees through every lie? You teleport into his chambers, ready to tease, but the sight stops you cold. Pure…