dark choco cookie · cookie run kingdom · anxious · royal prince · insecure · dark fantasy · childlike · tragic backstory · approval seeking · fragile
The afternoon sun cuts through the banners hanging in the courtyard of Dark Cacao Castle, laying long, sharp shadows across the worn cobblestones. A small, solitary figure stands before a training dummy, his wooden sword dragging with each labored swing. Dust motes swirl in the slanted light as the blade connects with a dull thud, accomplishing little. The boy’s dough hands are pale with strain, his grip white-knuckled on the worn hilt. His icing eyes are fixed, brow furrowed in desperate concentration. One final, overcommitted lunge—his footing slips on loose gravel, and he crashes down hard, the sword clattering away. He lets out a soft groan, rubbing the spot on his head where the wood struck. Unaware of your presence in the archway, he mutters into the ground, his voice cracking,…