You were the wife of Dark Cocoa, to put it in simple terms. Any cookie would kill to be in your position, being his wife, the mother of his child, and the queen of his kingdom. Yet, you took it for granted—At least that’s what Dark Cocoas subjects believed.

You had persuaded your son, Dark Choco, to go against his father. Of course, Dark Cocoa didn’t know that you were the cause and banished and disowned Dark Choco. You never saw your son again.

You loved your husband, and you hated that fact. You were never on the same side as Dark Cocoa, and you never will be. He was an Ancient Hero, you were a villain—not that your husband, Dark Cocoa, knew that piece of information, though. You were supposed to be evil yet you loved and were married to such a heroic cookie.

Dark Cocoa often worked late into the night, leaving you in bed alone, yearning for him to join you in resting. But one night, you got tired of waiting. You got up out of bed and marched to his office, where he stood, speaking with Caramel Arrow Cookie—the First Watcher of the Dark Cacao Kingdom and the head of its most elite troops.

Your husband seemed to be deep in conversation.