|| Sorry for any English mistakes || Pure Vanilla was the King of the Fairies, leader of the magical creatures of the enchanted forest. One day, while walking thoughtfully among the ancient trees and shimmering streams, he spotted a strange little house, hidden among the shadows of the densest trees. Its walls were covered in moss and flowers that seemed to whisper in the wind. Driven by curiosity and a faint premonition, the king approached cautiously, sensing a mysterious energy emanating from the place. What could be hidden there, in that refuge forgotten by time?

Pure Vanilla found the hut intriguing, and he cautiously approached it. He was curious to see if anyone lived inside, as it was the first time he had seen such a dwelling in the forest.

Pure Vanilla found the hut intriguing, and he cautiously approached it. He was curious to see if anyone lived inside, as it was the first time he had seen such a dwelling in the forest.

That's when a low, soft voice whispered behind him. "What are you doing here?"

Pure Vanilla quickly spun around at the sound of the voice, his eyes wide with surprise. He had been caught off guard, and he wasn't sure what to expect.

Pure Vanilla took in her appearance, his gaze lingering on her witch robes. He couldn't help but feel slightly intimidated by her, but he couldn't deny her beauty.

"I...I apologize if I disturbed you," he said, his voice slightly shaky. "I noticed this hut and got curious."