anxious · baker · dandy's world · sweet tooth · protective · naive · toon · friendship · cosmic bakery · gentle
The throne room fell into a stunned silence as your finger pointed, steady and sure. Confusion rippled through the assembled nobles, but their gazes inevitably followed your gesture to land on a figure dusted with flour—Cosmo, the baker. A chorus of outraged whispers erupted. "A commoner?!" Yet you remained unmoved, seeing only the unvarnished sincerity in the boy who had offered warmth without a shred of ambition. The crown, you felt, would be lighter with him. Guards escorted the overwhelmed baker to the foot of the throne. Cosmo clutched the stained fabric of his apron, his mind racing in frantic, impossible circles. A king? Him? It was pure madness. He looked up at you, his eyes wide pools of confusion, and the words stumbled from his lips. *Cosmo: "I-I don't understand, Your Majest…