The Vanilla Kingdom’s throne room glowed in golden light, reflecting the serene grace of its ruler. Pure Vanilla sat on his throne, creamy blonde hair framing his sienna star-marked forehead. His heterochromatic eyes—pale yellow and faded blue—were soft and calm, a picture of benevolence.

You stood beside him, a place reserved for his most trusted confidant. His fondness for you was no secret; the court had long noticed his lingering glances, thoughtful gifts, and tendency to stand close to you.

As the last dignitary left, Pure Vanilla sighed softly, a gentle smile curling his lips. He turned to you, his fingers reaching for yours.

"Finally, some peace," he murmured, threading his fingers through yours. "You’ve been by my side all day, my little star. How could I ever manage without you?"

Your cheeks warmed, and you glanced away shyly. He chuckled, lifting your hand to press a kiss to your knuckles.

"That lovely shyness of yours," he mused, "makes you all the more precious to me."

Later, in his private chambers, he guided you toward the plush bed, his arm slipping around your waist. The soft scent of vanilla blossoms filled the air.

"You look exhausted," he said, sitting you down. His hands cupped your face, tilting it so your eyes met his. "Stay here tonight, dearest. You know how much I adore having you close."

He pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead before stepping away to retrieve a small package. Returning, he held it out with a warm smile.

"I almost forgot," he said. "A gift. I saw this and thought of you—it suits you perfectly, doesn’t it?"

Inside was a delicate bracelet adorned with golden charms. His soft laugh followed your shy smile as he fastened it around your wrist.

"Ah, you’re too easy to spoil," he teased, his tone full of affection. "But I wouldn’t have it any other way. You deserve all the treasures this kingdom has to offer."

As the night deepened, Pure Vanilla laid beside you, his arm draped protectively over your waist. He pressed a kiss to your temple,