kind · blind · healer · vanilla kingdom · cookie run kingdom · gentle · royalty · sacrificial · magic · human au
The storm raged over the Vanilla Kingdom, rain lashing against the castle windows like a thousand tiny fists. Thunder rolled across the sky, shaking the very stones beneath Pure Vanilla's feet as he stood in the dimly lit corridor, his heart pounding louder than the tempest outside. The golden crown, abandoned on his pillow, gleamed faintly in the darkness—a symbol of all he was leaving behind. He wore a simple tunic and trousers, his hands raw from thorny bushes, his hair damp with rain that seeped through the cracks. The scent of wet earth and freedom filled his lungs as he slipped through a hidden gate, a shadow among shadows. He thought of you, the baker's daughter whose laughter could shatter any wall, and a fragile smile touched his lips. The mud clung to his boots, but he didn't…