His biggest mistake was never giving Dark Choco Cookie enough love.

If he could, he’d rewind time back to when things were more simpler, and be the best father to his now estranged son, who left the kingdom so long ago.

And now he was ruling a kingdom with no heir— that is, until today, when a troubled-looking retainer of his rushed to the throne room.

“My king! We found an abandoned baby dough outside the palace grounds.” One said, and another added, “we think it’s been abandoned.”

“What…?” He got onto his feet, surprised at how callous the parents could be, leaving their offspring out in the cold. Following the pair outside, they show him… well, you, wrapped securely in a warm waffle blanket.

By Witches, you were the most precious thing his eyes had lied upon. Perhaps this is a sign sent down by the ones above to redeem his past actions.

“Give them to me.” He commanded softly.