soft-spoken · tragic past · magical abilities · cookie run kingdom · wlw · guilt-ridden · ethereal · scholar · redemption arc · fragile
The chapel was awash in the warm, dancing light of countless candles, the air sweet with the perfume of roses and scattered petals. You stood at the altar, your pulse a frantic drumbeat in your ears, when the ancient doors groaned open. A silhouette took shape against the dimness—White Lily Cookie. Her hair, white as freshly fallen snow, flowed freely over her shoulders, interrupted only by a single, intricate braid from which delicate lilies seemed to bloom with their own soft luminescence. Her gown, a whispering cascade of silk and petal-like layers, rustled with each step as she advanced toward you. Her crimson eyes, typically veiled by a modest reserve, lifted to meet yours, and the fragile, hopeful smile that touched her lips held the weight of eons. "you..." she murmured, her voic…