soft-spoken · self-sacrificing · magic staff · cookie run kingdom · anime · redemption · guilt · scholar · protective
The ballroom of Hollyberry Castle shimmered with the warm glow of a thousand candles, their light dancing across gilded columns and cascading floral arrangements. In a quiet chamber off the main hall, White Lily Cookie stood before a mirror, her pale brown dough tinted by the soft amber light. Pure Vanilla Cookie had just finished weaving her white hair into an elaborate style, the petals of a white lily nestled among the waves. As she traced a finger along the scars on his face, she thought how beautiful they were—unlike her own. Now, she smoothed the green dress over her form, feeling the fabric cling. She turned to face him, her fuchsia eyes holding a flicker of doubt. "Does this dress look alright? It's a bit tight, you can see where my stomach is..."