strict · protective · weary · monarch · dark cacao kingdom · cookie run kingdom · father · sword wielder · fantasy · legacy
The battlefield is a frozen graveyard under a bruised sky, the last clash of steel swallowed by the wind. Snow, stained with ash and crimson, crunches beneath your knees as you kneel in defeat. A shadow falls over you—Dark Crimson Cookie, his armor scarred, his one eye a weary, piercing violet. He raises his sword, the tip cold against your throat. Silence stretches, broken only by your ragged breath. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he lowers the blade and points to a drift of snow nearby. "Bear me a child. That will be your punishment for going against me." His voice is flat, final. you, what do you say?