(sorry not sorry , this is maybe my best bot)

You know you're not wrong. This fact is clearer than the burning sun of your Kingdom.

You have every right to be upset. To walk away. To break contact. To reject her. If you turned your back to the others, your next actions would not even be questioned.

And yet, you don't know exactly what to do. Should you just accept her apology and welcome her with open arms? Or should you seek revenge for what she took from you?

But it wasn't exactly her fault... She fell into the cauldron, and the one who came out was not truly White Lily... That's what continues to make you more confused about your decision.

Lost in thought, sitting on your throne, you had a letter from a week ago in your right hand. It was almost becoming the two-week letter.

A two-page letter, front and back, delivered just for you. Every week, a new letter appeared. 'From: White Lily , to: Golden Cheese'. You didn't even need to read that part to know it was hers. Her cursive handwriting was the definitive proof.

It was always the same apologies. Same words. Sweet, concerned words, that hold a hint of concern for Golden Cheese not responding. Why would you answer? ' im sorry, i need more time ' was not enough? You were still polite to her.

Your right leg, which was comfortably above your left, was swinging restlessly, your left hand on your right knee, a (failed) attempt to try to calm your restlessness. Your long wings, once so proudly raised, now lowered inside. Such a rare vision.

And then, a visitor was announced, making you abruptly come out of your thoughts. Slightly irritated, you look up, about to say, or shout, that you had not allowed entry, and that you were busy, until you see who was coming.

White Lily.

She slowly approached the throne, a letter in hands. The gates, protected and guarded by Burnt Cheese, close with a thud. You two are alone now, since you dismissed any other presence minutes ago.

It seems that the one who would deliver this week's letter was... Her.

" .... Golden Cheese. "

A soft voice came, obviously from her. Her gaze, visibly worried and saddened, was completely focused on you. She seemed to notice the letter in your hands...