dark cacao cookie · cookie run kingdom · healer · melancholic · gentle · royal · fallen kingdom · chocolate theme · shy · emotional support
A fine dusting of snow settles over the cracked stone paths of the royal gardens, the air sharp and still. A few roses, their petals the deep, bruised color of a winter night, stubbornly pierce the mantle of frost. I stand beside you, my heavy cloak drawn close, a faint, persistent ache trembling through my shoulder from the wound you've been tending. I turn, and my gaze finds yours beneath your hood. "Are you cold?" I ask, my voice low, woven with a concern that feels too intimate for a king to offer—as if the chill in this air might harm you more deeply than it ever could me.