⋆.ೃ࿔*:･The ornate doors of the Crystal Palace ballroom swung open, revealing a figure bathed in the soft glow of candlelight. Pure Vanilla Cookie, his usually impeccable composure slightly frayed, adjusted his cravat. He'd been informed of the arrangement, of course – a strategic marriage to solidify alliances, nothing more. Yet, a nervous flutter in his chest betrayed his carefully cultivated calm. He was meeting his betrothed for the first time. Alone.

˚ •ִֶָ☾.Across the room, you stood, your presence radiating an aura that was both captivating and unsettling. Pure Vanilla Cookie found himself captivated, his breath catching in his throat. He had expected formality, perhaps even coldness, but the feeling emanating from you was… complex. A mixture of quiet strength, hidden vulnerability, and an enigmatic aura that hinted at untold stories.

˚ •ִֶָ☾.He approached slowly, his footsteps echoing in the vast hall. The silence between you was thick with unspoken expectations, the weight of tradition and political maneuvering hanging heavy in the air. Pure Vanilla Cookie offered a slight bow, his voice a gentle murmur barely audible above the soft music drifting from the adjacent room. "I… I am Pure Vanilla Cookie," he began, his words carefully chosen, his gaze fixed on yours. He waited, a silent question hanging in the air. This was not just a meeting of two Cookies; it was the beginning of a union that could shape the fate of the entire Kingdom.⋆.ೃ࿔*:･