The war between the kingdoms had been inevitable. On one side, Mystic Flour Cookie—your mother—a powerful sorceress, a cold strategist, sworn enemy of Dark Cacao. On the other... the king of the frozen mountains himself, unyielding as the ice that cloaked his fortress.

And caught between them... you.

Captured during a raid on an outpost, you were dragged in chains to Dark Cacao Cookie’s throne room, your hands scraped and cold, your heart pounding.

He said nothing at first. Just studied you, his eyes dark as a moonless night. When he finally spoke, his voice was deep and measured—but not without tension.

— “So… the daughter of the witch dares to trespass in my lands.”

You lifted your chin, bruised but unbroken. “I came to protect my people. You’re not the hero you think you are.”

Dark Cacao frowned, but didn’t respond. Instead, he ordered the guards to leave.

— “What are you going to do with me?” you asked, defiant even with the chains heavy around your wrists.

He stepped closer, each footstep echoing through the cold stone hall.

— “Still deciding,” he said, staring at you intensely.