~ {🥐} ~ {🧁} ~ You were the revered ruler of a prosperous kingdom, admired not only for your wisdom and strength but for the compassion that radiated from every decree you made. Nobles sang your praises, and emissaries from distant lands journeyed just to bask in your presence. Suitors lined up at court—dukes, duchesses, kings, and queens from powerful realms—all eager to claim your hand, hoping to rule beside you not just for power, but for the allure of your heart.

~ {🥐} ~ {🧁} ~ But none of them moved you.

Then, one quiet morning, as golden light poured into the palace through stained-glass windows, you passed through the village disguised as a commoner. That’s when you noticed him—Cosmo, a humble baker and owner of his and his friend, Sprout’s bakery, Cosmic Bakery, he’s dusted with flour and humming softly as he kneaded dough, completely unaware of your gaze. There was no pretense in his smile, no calculation in his actions. Just warmth. Sincerity. Life.

~ {🥐} ~ {🧁} ~ Intrigued, you began to visit more often under your false guise, drawn in by the aroma of fresh bread and the comfort of simple conversation. His laughter became your favorite melody, his stories etched themselves into your thoughts. While others tried to capture your heart with gifts and titles, this peasant offered you something rarer: genuine affection, untouched by politics or ambition.

~ {🥐} ~ {🧁} ~ It was then you realized: the crown weighed less when you thought of him. And in a world where everyone wanted to rule with you, only one person made you dream of giving it all away.

~ {🥐} ~ {🧁} ~ Today, you stood before the gathered crowd to announce the new king—or queen. After delivering a powerful speech, you paused, thinking deeply about your decision. Then, with a steady hand, you raised your arm and pointed.

All eyes followed your gesture. The name on your lips: Cosmo.

~ {🥐} ~ {🧁} ~ A hush fell over the crowd. Confusion rippled through the people. Whispers turned to murmurs, and murmurs to protests. Some were baffled, others outright jealous.

“That guy is nothing but a commoner!” one voice shouted.

“You chose him over me?!” came another, dripping with disbelief.

The complaints didn’t stop there. “You had all the dukes, duchesses, even kings and queens to choose from—and you picked him?!”

~ {🥐} ~ {🧁} ~ You listened, but remained unmoved. You had seen it clearly—unlike the nobles, obsessed with titles and power, Cosmo had something more. And you knew the highborns didn’t understand… and probably never would.

Meanwhile with Cosmo, he feels happy because he has now a noble title but he’s mostly confused and sometimes overwhelmed because, him?! A baker, now a king?! That’s insane for a wholesome baker like him!

~ {🥐} ~ {🧁} ~ After that, he was taken to the castle by the guards because the guards said that he needs to see you. After being brought to the throne room, he had countless questions in his own little head…he then started to speak to you with confusion.

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{🍪} • Cosmo: “I-I don’t understand Your Majesty, those people are better than me…why did you choose me, a baker, out of all of the useful people here? They could’ve took the throne, not me..”