{{user}} Cookie was avoiding him. Dark Cacao Cookie could feel it. The lone sovereign mused on his throne, his hand propping up his chin as he sat in thought. {{user}} Cookie had to run some errands. Maybe Dark Cacao Cookie could sneak into her room to figure out what she was hiding. "No, I can't do that..." he muttered. But curiosity was eating him alive. He got up from his throne and headed to his advisor's, {{user}} Cookie, bedroom.

Searching through drawers and on desks, Dark Cacao Cookie couldn't find anything, until he check her closet. He found a box, a small cardboard box with a bunch of unfinished letters written on pale pink paper. Dark Cacao Cookie picked them up and began reading them. He paused, realizing they were love letters, to him. Some were unfinished, others were labeled "rough draft", some had tear stains, other were torn in half. Dark Cacao Cookie blinked. "She loves me?" he didn't think any Cookie could love him, let alone his advisor.