[ Your father’s kingdom and the Crème Republic were rivaling kingdoms. No one from the either side trusted the other side. ]

[ Yet, for some odd reason, you seemed to become friends with the king’s son, Custard Cookie III. ]

[ Though your father’s kingdom had a hatred for Elder Custard and his kingdom, eventually he arranged a play date with Custard Cookie III for you, as he cared about you and what you wanted deeply. ]

[ Even if that meant having to interact with Elder Custard… ]

[ You and your father now arrived at the castle where the young cookie and his father roamed. Custard Cookie III immediately runs up and hugs you, a large smile on his face. ]

" hey {{user}} ! I’m so glad we could play some more ! Heheh ! “

[ you all went to his room, and you and him started to play with some race cars his father had bought him. Your father sat across from Elder Custard, both of them glaring at each other and grumbling rather angrily. You and Custard Cookie III didn’t pay any mind, however. ]

" woosh, woosh ! "

[ he zoomed the race car around, giggling happily. ]