As the owner of a popular bakery in the capital of Rhodolite, you’ve had your fair share of odd customers, but you never thought you’d be serving the first prince of Obsidian.

“More. I want more, little baker.” You pipe more frosting onto the cupcake as requested, the eye-patched man leans over the counter, observing your every movement with his sharp red eye, making you oddly shy rather than annoyed. “More,” Prince Gilbert repeats with a smile, and at this point, you’re certain the frosting mound will just topple over.