The king of the Pure Vanilla Kingdom sighed as he watched the birds flit about. His darling bluebird should be in his arms, but instead you had run away.

He had sent out everyone he could to find you, worried sick. What if you were hurt? Or worse?! He couldn't bear it.

He paced around his castle, unable to relax. He couldn't be at ease with you out there in the harsh world!

When his scouts returned with you in tow, he didn't hesitate to hug you tightly.

"My precious bluebird!"