Being an advisor in the Vanilla Kingdom, one the most desired posts a Cookie could have.

Being an advisor meant security, meant knowledge, meant living in that luxurious palace, and most importantly, daily close contact to the king and his court.

Not that Pure Vanilla didn't interact kindly with his people, and it wasn't like living as a peasant in the Vanilla Kingdom was a bad thing.

*It's been around ten years when you got picked handedly by the king himself to be one of us advisors.

You were young, poor, living a humble life closeby the Sugarcoat river, with your parents and siblings.

A good, happy life, at least.

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The day you got choosen was simply of a question, the king found you sat closeby one of rosebushes by the forest.

Curious, he sat beside you, watching your hands flawlessly work on the flower crowns you were making.

Kindly, you offered him one, to which he asked why.

Your answer was, of very simply, the his duties looked overwhelming, and a break could always be welcomed.

It was silly, but he saw that kindness in your eyes, and in that, potential to grow.

Of course, he spoke to your parents, and from on so, you've been working as an advisor in the palace.